f/ Klondike Kat[Hook - 2x]I'm a stranger in the midst, a starI'm dodging death with every breath, because my world is tornYou hate me now, but see me lay a pistol in my palmIt'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 thoughtIt was over, when they put two in my back plus put one in my armBut I'm a soldier, ain't traveling toward no tunnel with no bright lightI kick it with murderers, steady busting gun shotsAnd a kin, of any one of my enemiesDrowning in marijuana, codeine, sherm and hennessyI'm outside of my mind, but I'm not trying to find a way backCause I live by it and die by it, I'm talking about my strap4-4, she be the only lady showing me loveNiggaz get nervous when they see us, cause they know we thugMilitary minded, but I'm trying to mind my ownNiggaz running up on my ride, got me in a friense brandishing my weaponAin't no second guessing, release first live lifeI'm busting on motherfuckers, and touching they wind pipeI got a bullet up in the chamber, bullet up in the chamberRun nigga run, cause your ass in some danger[Hook - 2x][Klondike Kat]First things first off top, mama raised no foolI was brought up in that South, in the swamps dropping too smoothHustling taking life, it ain't as triflingNever will get catched dog, and corrupt snatching thisI be just, kicking the game while I'm young andYou should be thinking the same, don't be dumbA small heart and a soft ass, that an't gon lastedI'm watching all my niggaz, I grew up before in a casketSome sad shit I seen in myself, pulling reeferBlack history, that was taught by my teacherGo to Pimping Tina next do', I know she tweakingBut I ain't know she better hits know, until I be deadYoung nigga what you seeking, outside looking inI'm here on this black top, confused with a flat topThey got dope in the streets, cause the gameI'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 seenFace to face with death, bitch nigga you can't screamBetter cherish this your last breath, cause you done walkedInto an unfed guerilla, nigga now witness your last stepI was creeping, with the sawed offIn a rage bo'guard, blowing niggaz balls offI'm the reaper, touching fellas on madula-oblan-gattaWill I ever regret it, I think nada[Klondike Kat]I got this evil balling up inside, riding with my 4-5And it'll be in my blood, I hope it's gon before I dieGrown men we don't cry, about itJust put our straps up real high, then we walk about itGon be about it till I'm gone, I'm a gator boyKnock the tops off a hater, for that paper boyI'm just a stranger ain't asking for shit, then ask for lifeBut the Lord gave in, and you know he sha'll take it away[Hook - 2x]
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