[Hook - 2x]

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


[Z-Ro]

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 Jahova, please protect my spirit from the danger

And I know you said you would strike down apon the

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 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


[Hook - 2x]


[Verse 2]

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 me in my back, when I turn around

And I can feel hateful eyes, watching plotting to get me

They under estimate me, 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'ma blast when they come for me

Please tell me is there a place, where my guerillas could see refuge

Cause it seems this time we gain one, as one more elute

Whatever the rules, whatever you choose, whatever you give, I accept

Just let me twist up, let me smoke one for the world before my last breath

How can I go on, how can I take away my anguish

I put a frown on my face, cause now 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


[Hook - 2x]


[Z-Ro]

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

Motherfuckers around had to be Christians

And 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 keep my head up and finish my tape

Because its gon jam but I'm losing respect, my music can't hang

Around Z-Ro, just till 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 its gotta stay that-a-away till I'm dying

Innocent niggas, risen up out of my business

Is something they better do, I'ma hit the I cut

When a fucker rolling rocks, sold em up even

Till I got rest, 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, 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 on, but I just can't hold on

Cause 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 its real

Nigga can you feel me


[Hook - 4x]