[Hook - 2x]
I`m a stranger in the midst, a star
I`m dodging death with every breath, because my world is torn
You hate me now, but see me lay a pistol in my palm
It`s a hustling team, but still we thugging on, my word is born
[Z-Ro]
They lay me down, lay the pistol in my palm, must thought
It was over, when they put two in my back plus put one in my arm
But I`m a soldier, ain`t traveling toward no tunnel with no bright light
I kick it with murderers, steady busting gun shots
And a kin, of any one of my enemies
Drowning in marijuana, codeine, sherm and hennessy
I`m outside of my mind, but I`m not trying to find a way back
Cause I live by it and die by it, I`m talking about my strap
4-4, she be the only lady showing me love
Niggaz get nervous when they see us, cause they know we thug
Military minded, but I`m trying to mind my own
Niggaz running up on my ride, got me in a friense brandishing my weapon
Ain`t no second guessing, release first live life
I`m busting on motherfuckers, and touching they wind pipe
I got a bullet up in the chamber, bullet up in the chamber
Run nigga run, cause your ass in some danger
[Hook - 2x]
[Klondike Kat]
First things first off top, mama raised no fool
I was brought up in that South, in the swamps dropping too smooth
Hustling taking life, it ain`t as trifling
Never will get catched dog, and corrupt snatching this
I be just, kicking the game while I`m young and
You should be thinking the same, don`t be dumb
A small heart and a soft ass, that an`t gon lasted
I`m watching all my niggaz, I grew up before in a casket
Some sad shit I seen in myself, pulling reefer
Black history, that was taught by my teacher
Go to Pimping Tina next do`, I know she tweaking
But I ain`t know she better hits know, until I be dead
Young nigga what you seeking, outside looking in
I`m here on this black top, confused with a flat top
They got dope in the streets, cause the game
I`m a stranger with no name, I`m for the fame my nigga
[Hook - 2x]
[Z-Ro]
I`m a stranger, cause I`m a nigga you ain`t seen
Face to face with death, bitch nigga you can`t scream
Better cherish this your last breath, cause you done walked
Into an unfed guerilla, nigga now witness your last step
I was creeping, with the sawed off
In a rage bo`guard, blowing niggaz balls off
I`m the reaper, touching fellas on madula-oblan-gatta
Will I ever regret it, I think nada
[Klondike Kat]
I got this evil balling up inside, riding with my 4-5
And it`ll be in my blood, I hope it`s gon before I die
Grown men we don`t cry, about it
Just put our straps up real high, then we walk about it
Gon be about it till I`m gone, I`m a gator boy
Knock the tops off a hater, for that paper boy
I`m just a stranger ain`t asking for shit, then ask for life
But the Lord gave in, and you know he sha`ll take it away
[Hook - 2x]
