f/ Den-Den, Lyrical 187[Z-Ro]I came up around the roughest of the rough necks, on corners with a barShadow rocks and a Geniva real ready to go to warWe don't love nothing ready to murder something on sightPut it on my life, one of my foes'll bite the bullet tonightYou see ths red light this beam, plus a murdering teamThinking of even to coming and get you it's the E and DSo what's another murder nigga you brought this on yourselfI'ma do it to you slow and make you want to chrome yourselfYou owe me something nigga don't like you don't owe me when you see meI got killers looking to locate your bitch and bust freelyI'ma take another ass for it, to get a millionI be going against the grain slow living or living fast for itTherefor I'ma mash for it, addicted to greedI'm headfirst up in this dirty game my life is full speedTrying to hog it all, bleed the block until the block dropScreaming fuck y'all until a nigga fry(Chorus - 4x)Gorilla till I die[Den-Den]Grill out, chill out from my cool reflectionFace spill out, fill out the room full of haters sectionReck's aggression, cause this Frankiln got tossedFor reala gorilla these wars with an extra set of ballsGot to war down to the thug field with bombs suit upBut don't talk to me, holla at my little thugsIf it's Prada that you want then we got it by the wayBut I won't hesitate to seel you an underground tapeFuck the straight and the narrow I be crooked than a bitchSlide through the door sideways with a mask and some clipsWith a dope dog, that I stole from the lawMake you slip up out of your clothes on the way to see your ballsToo down, too dirty, I'm all that shitDon't get caught in this movie when my mind start to tripIt's a hit, hit by Mr. Crooked ProfitGorilla till I die and can't nann nigga stop it[Lyrical 187]My plans to be a millionaire done tripped and went elsewhereTimes pass, thangs change but me I'm stuck in nowhereNow I done told the laws, when I found out be a little bit better offThen worry about them white cars that keep passing by my houseAnd, rare digits, I'm speaking from experienceThinking this might be the time for me to set it offI'm lost and throwed so it seems it can't still matchesSome bank heists, and aggravated terroristic jackersDrama related but damn it I've been straight since 98I put that life behind me and still trying to reach the gateThey say money is the key to success but can't handle thisWithout the paper on your hands it's hard times and stressNo shit, I told you that I can handle itBut damn it, I'll be damned if I'm gone let it handle meI tell y'all what, I stay high, cause it keeps me from spilling awayIt's inside, I'm a gorilla till I die[Z-Ro]Maybe I should try hitch hike cause too many niggas on my blockTrying to make a million pettiest songs in the same spotGrab mentality of a sick nigga, anyway that I can get itYou better believe that I'm gone get it till I see a rich niggaRemember my strategy, always bust firstIn a situation me and Nina burst, leavin memeories on the streetsHeartless, with or without heatHolding ground as if a nigga sporting cleatsGorilla till I die cause I'ma be a hog, I want it allTrying to ball until my final curtain callIf it means stepping on they toes they better be ready for my movesBut fucking recognize I'm a raw dog with a trunk full of 2'sClick for the ooz', my nigga we gone blast togetherWhen it's rough and tough we take it till we laugh togetherForever, we gone bleed the block until the block dropsScreaming fuck y'all until a nigga fry(Chorus - 4x)
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