Z-Ro, Klondike Kat - Stranger in the Midst lyrics

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

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
Niggas get nervous when they see us
Cause they know we thug military minded
But I'm trying to mind my own
Niggas 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

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 niggas
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 hit's 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

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 niggas balls off
I'm the reaper
Touching fellas on madula-oblan-gatta
Will I ever regret it, I think nada

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