Z-Ro, Taz - Guerilla Till I Die lyrics
[Z-Ro, Taz - Guerilla Till I Die lyrics]
Guerilla till I die, mama don't cry
When they come for me, if 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
Guerilla till I die, mama don't cry
When they come for me, if 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 mob 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 my guerilla maab by any means
And 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 upon thee
With great vengeance and furious anger
Those who attempt to poison your brothers
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 my ways right
But every mother's day
I'm bawling around a gravesite
Pud 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
Guerilla till I die, mama don't cry
When they come for me, if 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
Guerilla till I die, mama don't cry
When they come for me, if 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
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
On the DL, 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 underestimate me, and 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'mma blast when they come for me
Please tell me is there a place
Where my guerillas could seek refuge
'Cause it seems each time we gain one
That's one more we lose
Whatever the rules, whatever you
Choose, whatever you give, i accept
Just let me twist up one and smoke one
For the world before my last breath
How can I go on
How can I take away my anguish
A permanent frown on my face
Cause non-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
Guerilla till I die, mama don't cry
When they come for me, if 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
Guerilla till I die, mama don't cry
When they come for me, if 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
Could it be I'm too good for hell?
Heaven don't want me, because I keep slippin'
Even though I do drugs I
Still preach to motherfuckers
About how to be Christians
I got a problem I suppose, but I know
I'm gon' solve it with a 4-4
Ten sticks of fry and about 25 Tylenol 4's
But they tell me to hold my
Head up and finish my tape
Because it's gon jam
Do they really respect my music
Or hang around Z-Ro just to meet Bam?
I really don't know, all I can say
That I don't trust not a man on this earth
Been that way, ever since my birth
And it's gonna stay that-a-away till
I'm down in the dirt
Niggas, are raising up out of my business
Is something they better do
But I may hit the cut
With a pocket full of rocks
And I won't leave until I got rich
And who 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
While 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 the infrared to the head
Everybody come up dead
Better roll on or get stole on
Nigga really better gone on
Cause I just can't hold on
I'm ready to kill and I'm ready to die
With nuts of steel
Living on the motherfucking edge
Nigga don't run up, because it's real
Nigga can you feel me
Guerilla till I die, mama don't cry
When they come for me, if 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
Guerilla till I die, mama don't cry
When they come for me, if 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
Guerilla till I die, mama don't cry
When they come for me, if 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
Guerilla till I die, mama don't cry
When they come for me, if 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
When they come for me, if 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
Guerilla till I die, mama don't cry
When they come for me, if 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 mob 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 my guerilla maab by any means
And 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 upon thee
With great vengeance and furious anger
Those who attempt to poison your brothers
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 my ways right
But every mother's day
I'm bawling around a gravesite
Pud 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
Guerilla till I die, mama don't cry
When they come for me, if 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
Guerilla till I die, mama don't cry
When they come for me, if 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
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
On the DL, 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 underestimate me, and 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'mma blast when they come for me
Please tell me is there a place
Where my guerillas could seek refuge
'Cause it seems each time we gain one
That's one more we lose
Whatever the rules, whatever you
Choose, whatever you give, i accept
Just let me twist up one and smoke one
For the world before my last breath
How can I go on
How can I take away my anguish
A permanent frown on my face
Cause non-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
Guerilla till I die, mama don't cry
When they come for me, if 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
Guerilla till I die, mama don't cry
When they come for me, if 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
Could it be I'm too good for hell?
Heaven don't want me, because I keep slippin'
Even though I do drugs I
Still preach to motherfuckers
About how to be Christians
I got a problem I suppose, but I know
I'm gon' solve it with a 4-4
Ten sticks of fry and about 25 Tylenol 4's
But they tell me to hold my
Head up and finish my tape
Because it's gon jam
Do they really respect my music
Or hang around Z-Ro just to meet Bam?
I really don't know, all I can say
That I don't trust not a man on this earth
Been that way, ever since my birth
And it's gonna stay that-a-away till
I'm down in the dirt
Niggas, are raising up out of my business
Is something they better do
But I may hit the cut
With a pocket full of rocks
And I won't leave until I got rich
And who 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
While 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 the infrared to the head
Everybody come up dead
Better roll on or get stole on
Nigga really better gone on
Cause I just can't hold on
I'm ready to kill and I'm ready to die
With nuts of steel
Living on the motherfucking edge
Nigga don't run up, because it's real
Nigga can you feel me
Guerilla till I die, mama don't cry
When they come for me, if 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
Guerilla till I die, mama don't cry
When they come for me, if 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
Guerilla till I die, mama don't cry
When they come for me, if 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
Guerilla till I die, mama don't cry
When they come for me, if 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
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