(feat. Klondike Kat)

[Hook x2]

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 !@!@&&, 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

^!$$%z get nervous when they see us, cause they know we thug
Military minded, but I'm trying to mind my own
^!$$%z 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 mother$#&@ers, and touching they wind pipe
I got a bullet up in the chamber, bullet up in the chamber

Run ^!$$% run, cause your $$# in some danger

[Hook x2]


[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 $$#, that an't gon lasted

I'm watching all my ^!$$%z, I grew up before in a casket
Some sad %#@! 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 ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%


[Hook x2]


[Z-Ro]
I'm a stranger, cause I'm a ^!$$% you ain't seen
Face to face with death, (*##$ ^!$$% you can't scream

Better cherish this your last breath, cause you done walked
Into an unfed guerilla, ^!$$% now witness your last step
I was creeping, with the sawed off

In a rage bo'guard, blowing ^!$$%z 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 %#@!, then ask for life

But the Lord gave in, and you know he sha'll take it away

[Hook x2]