Z-Ro Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Stranger in the Midst Lyrics

f/ Klondike Kat

 

 [Hook - 2x]

 I'm a stranger in the midst, a star

 I'm dodging death with every breath, because my world is torn

 You hate me now, but see me lay a pistol in my palm

 It's a hustling team, but still we thugging on, my word is born

 

 [Z-Ro]

 They lay me down, lay the pistol in my palm, must thought

 It was over, when they put two in my back plus put one in my arm

 But I'm a soldier, ain't traveling toward no tunnel with no bright light

 I kick it with murderers, steady busting gun shots

 And a kin, of any one of my enemies

 Drowning in marijuana, codeine, sherm and hennessy

 I'm outside of my mind, but I'm not trying to find a way back

 Cause I live by it and die by it, I'm talking about my strap

 4-4, she be the only lady showing me love

 Niggaz get nervous when they see us, cause they know we thug

 Military minded, but I'm trying to mind my own

 Niggaz running up on my ride, got me in a friense brandishing my weapon

 Ain't no second guessing, release first live life

 I'm busting on motherfuckers, and touching they wind pipe

 I got a bullet up in the chamber, bullet up in the chamber

 Run nigga run, cause your ass in some danger

 

 [Hook - 2x]

 

 [Klondike Kat]

 First things first off top, mama raised no fool

 I was brought up in that South, in the swamps dropping too smooth

 Hustling taking life, it ain't as trifling

 Never will get catched dog, and corrupt snatching this

 I be just, kicking the game while I'm young and

 You should be thinking the same, don't be dumb

 A small heart and a soft ass, that an't gon lasted

 I'm watching all my niggaz, I grew up before in a casket

 Some sad shit I seen in myself, pulling reefer

 Black history, that was taught by my teacher

 Go to Pimping Tina next do', I know she tweaking

 But I ain't know she better hits know, until I be dead

 Young nigga what you seeking, outside looking in

 I'm here on this black top, confused with a flat top

 They got dope in the streets, cause the game

 I'm a stranger with no name, I'm for the fame my nigga

 

 [Hook - 2x]

 

 [Z-Ro]

 I'm a stranger, cause I'm a nigga you ain't seen

 Face to face with death, bitch nigga you can't scream

 Better cherish this your last breath, cause you done walked

 Into an unfed guerilla, nigga now witness your last step

 I was creeping, with the sawed off

 In a rage bo'guard, blowing niggaz balls off

 I'm the reaper, touching fellas on madula-oblan-gatta

 Will I ever regret it, I think nada

 

 [Klondike Kat]

 I got this evil balling up inside, riding with my 4-5

 And it'll be in my blood, I hope it's gon before I die

 Grown men we don't cry, about it

 Just put our straps up real high, then we walk about it

 Gon be about it till I'm gone, I'm a gator boy

 Knock the tops off a hater, for that paper boy

 I'm just a stranger ain't asking for shit, then ask for life

 But the Lord gave in, and you know he sha'll take it away

 

 [Hook - 2x]