Z-Ro Lyrics

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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]