Lyrics Guerilla Till I Die - Z-RO

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