All Night lyrics

Artist  : Z-ro 
Song : All Night



 Send "All Night" Ringtone to your Cell 

 feat. Reesa

[Chorus: Reesa & Z-Ro]
Up all night, up all day
Up all night up all day
See some of us trying to get paid

[Z-Ro]
I had to keep from going under, like Stevie I
Wonder
Thinking hard, running out of places to lay my
head got me drinking hard liquor
Still a go killer, should I rely on my skills
In the mist of poverty it must be the straight up
get to an ending peal off
Recognizing the drama offense of living in my
life
Got to go get it and come back with it until it's
prison in my life
Born struggling, a nigga acheived his bubbling
The fact that I can't get no job can't do nothing
but rub it in
20 years old, I was screaming I would reach 25
Now 24 and still no dough I started struggle and
strive
I was a Bridgemont hardhead, yellow and purple
repper
And never let another nigga check us, nigga that
was low yet
Use to live with Z-Ro all in your deck
But back in 1995 I would of been all in your
chest
With a pistol grip punk giving up for you gone
die tonight
Since I'm going through the bit*h that more for
the night, come off the ice

[Chorus - 4x]
Up all night day, up all day
See some of us trying to get paid

[Z-Ro]
Back in the doghouse, the love I give nigga my
cellmate said
You reach your freedom when you die but if you
rapping single bread
Already knowing I'm throwed when my pen is
pimping
Having visions of me in a V-12 motor corners my
benz bending
Straight down to the T I'd have a ?
I promise I'll do it right this time wait till
the g get free
If I could make the jail house all of that
Mo-Town live
 
When I ain't T.W. to the free the rap game is
mine soon as I get signed off
Lock, a thug nigga fresh out the jail house
Still addicted to hustling attempted to pull my
steel out
Show me the money, I'm gone show what you need
Half a ticket and a half-a-gallon and a quarter
ounce of weed
I'm your mama I'm your daddy I'm that nigga in
the alley
That when I go straight, but the prices be so
cheap in the valley
I had to keep my mind right and keep my rhymes
tight
Praying to god I wouldn't lose my freedom or my
life before the limelight

[Chorus - 4x]

[Z-Ro]
Motherf**king all night, I put the heat to the
dro, pass the lighter
Hitting stage till my vision gets brighter 
Remember poverty, it ain't a part of the plan
Cause while I'm on the corner hustling with work
in my hand
Like a super star selling rocks, because the
stage becomes a block
But my plot is put my trust up in my glock
Z-Ro the ghetto rap versus the world but could I
lose
But even though I'm still paying dues, I'm still
the last man standing
With a mad cannon ready to bust
Look how I did after I left that nigga dead in
the dust
Cause I'ma ride when it's time to ride strictly
for cash
I'm doing bad so I'm leaning on a beam and a mask
A Mo-City nigga, we don't know how to show pity
nigga
Sold up your block and take over your whole city
nigga
Me and Skinny Garaw, we at your front door
Aggravated cause it's tough on the pole

[Chorus - 4x]

(Reesa vocalizing)