Guerilla Till I Die

Lyrics

[Chorus] 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 [Verse 1: Z-Ro & Taz ] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2: Taz] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 3: Z-Ro] 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 its 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 its real Nigga can you feel me [Chorus] 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