guerilla till i die

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

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

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

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