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Z-Ro - Guerilla Till I Die lyrics
[Hook - 2x] Guerilla till I die, mama don't cry When they come for me, when I blast We gon see how many of em run from me Guerilla till I die, but I never shed a tear Cause they don't love a nigga here [Z-Ro] American me, could it be my own War is out to murder me I'm ready to kill, and I'm ready to die But have these cowards heard of me The rumors are real, better keep your glock cocked Leaving em stiffer than a statue Ready to defend, like a guerilla, by any Means that I'd murder if I have to Heard my homie's working as an undercover Ready to kiss my cheek, and earn your silver pieces Could it be that I've seen my last supper Mighty Jahova, please protect my spirit from the danger And I know you said you would strike down apon the With great vengeance and curious anger But don't attempt to poison your brother Was it nothing but the word of God That kept a nigga, from taking the lives of so many others And I'm trying to keep ways right, brothers and mothers I'm falling around a grave sight, pu-punk I hate you to death But yet I loved you so, wanted you to feel my pain since 91 So brother come with me, and die slow I hate you to death, but yet I loved you so Wanted you to feel my pain since 91 So brother come with me, and die slow [Hook - 2x] [Verse 2] As my life flashes before my eyes Visions of wicked ways, keep me puzzled Wondering why I was introduced to a life Filled with drama and trouble And everyone's always got something to say When I come around, when I clown Armed a deal, smile in my face And stab me in my back, when I turn around And I can feel hateful eyes, watching plotting to get me They under estimate me, hate me But never approach, cause they can't fade me And I'll be damned if I go softly, shouldn't of crossed me Guerilla till I die, and I'ma blast when they come for me Please tell me is there a place, where my guerillas could see refuge Cause it seems this time we gain one, as one more elute Whatever the rules, whatever you choose, whatever you give, I accept Just let me twist up, let me smoke one for the world before my last breath How can I go on, how can I take away my anguish I put a frown on my face, cause now guerillas are strangers And nobody knows my soul, so I show no fear Mobbing till I die, cause they don't love a nigga here [Hook - 2x] [Z-Ro] Could it be I'm too good for hell Heaven don't want me, because I keep slippin' Even though I got two clips, I still preach Motherfuckers around had to be Christians And I got a problem I suppose, but I know I'm gon solve it with a 4-4, ten-six on fry And I got 25's, hollin' I roll But they tell me to keep my head up and finish my tape Because its gon jam but I'm losing respect, my music can't hang Around Z-Ro, just till we praying, I really don't know All I can say, that I don't trust nobody on this earth Been that away, ever since my birth But its gotta stay that-a-away till I'm dying Innocent niggas, risen up out of my business Is something they better do, I'ma hit the I cut When a fucker rolling rocks, sold em up even Till I got rest, gotta put it down to the bullets Dump a lot of bullets, till the job done Till a nigga really wanna, kill myself Nigga shut the fuck up, my record is spinning I'm really trying to feel myself Gotta get em all, gotta get em dead When I'm filling the bed, put a infrared to the head Everybody come up dead, better get on or get stole on Nigga better get on, but I just can't hold on Cause I'm ready to kill and I'm ready to die But next to steal, living on the motherfucking edge Nigga don't run up, because its real Nigga can you feel me [Hook - 4x] |
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