[Hook - 2x]
 Guerilla till I die, mama don't cry
 When [bad word] for me, when I blast
 We gon see how many of [bad word] from me
 Guerilla till I die, but I never shed a tear
 Cause they don't love a [bad word] 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
 [bad word] are real, better keep your Glock [bad word]  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 [bad word]  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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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'mma blast when [bad word] 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 [bad word]  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 [bad word] here

 [Hook - 2x]

 [Z-Ro]
 Could it be I'm too good for [bad word]  Heaven don't want me, because I keep slippin'
 Even though I got two clips, I still preach
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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'mma hit the I cut
 When a [bad word] 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 [bad word] really wanna, kill myself
 [bad word] shut the [bad word] 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
 [bad word] up dead, better get on or get stole on
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] edge
 [bad word] [bad word] up, because its real
 [bad word] can you feel me