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 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 Jehovah, please protect my spirit from the danger And I know you said you would strike down upon thee 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 my 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 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 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 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 my back when I turn around And I can feel hateful eyes, watching, plotting to get me They underestimate me, hate me But never approach, cause they can't fade me And I'll be damned if I go softly, shouldn't have 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 seek refuge? 'Cause it seems this time we gain one, there'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 now guerillas are strangers And nobody knows my soul, so I show no fear Mobbing 'til I die, 'cause they don't love a nigga here 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 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 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 To motherfuckers around, had to be Christians 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 hold my head up and finish my tape Because it's gon' jam, didn't really respect my music Gon' hang around Z-Ro, just 'til 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 it's gonna stay that a-way 'til I'm dying Innocent niggas start risin' up out of my business Is something they better do, but I'ma hit the cut When a fucker rolling rocks, sold 'em up even 'Til I got residue, gotta put it down to the bullets Dump a lot of bullets, 'til the job done 'Til 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 a infrared to the head Everybody come up dead, better get on or get stole on Nigga better get along, 'cause I just can't hold on 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 it's real Nigga can you feel me? 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 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 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 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