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Guerilla Till I Die

Z-Ro

Look What You Did to Me

1998

vengeance and curious anger
But don't attempt to poison your brother
Was it nothing but the word of God
That kept a nigga, from taking the lives of so many

you to my spot mess around get hot
You can do your little dance all night that's hot
I'll take you out treat you all real nice
When we get home you're

happened 
What???
Say what you want just make sure you don't 
What?
Naughty by nature just digga 
I hustle like nipplsee I love em figures
Punches carry

Now a Thumbelina Horse of course
(Pony)

You bogus
And you know it
(You da pony)
By showing all your ass
You show it
Miniature
No workout fixes (Pony)

mix
Don't worry about who come to life on my dick
Minding your business is truly a gift
When the last time that I posted a pic
I'm in the whip with

aggression
I got some enemies
They ain't no friend of me
I got me a baddie and her name is kennedy
I don't know no biddie by the name of genevieve
Pull up

Feeling like Jin you don't want to let the devil in
King of the ring and I won't let y'all settle in
Underworld fixing to take over your residence

prison
Move your body be a slave to the rhythm
Be another dance floor victim
That body doing no good being hidden
All the shit in the past forget it cause

and opportunity prevented you to land and run.
Now you lost your pants you still want to dance,
Got you begging for mercy cause you wanted a chance.
The under

turn heads to softballs at batting practice
Better tote that iron, keep them wrinkles out your jacket
(Wait!)
Better tote that iron off the green and get

to college 
cnd they all proud, she loved to see her mama smiling 
Now she gotta brush it off and face the elements 
Her ex broke it off intimidated by

you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "mama, he's just being polite
He ain't finished, uh-uh, that's bull!"
So your

I just walked in and she tugging on my boxers
Gotta stand tall you could tell by the posture
Wanna get put on you must think that I'm your sponsor

fuck with us
This is for my mama, dog
I don't fuck with none of y'all
Real ones who I only call
Best believe I'm gonna ball
I done had some wins

real lower by the day I Speak less
You can see all the pain in my eyes when you look and you see where a soul once laid At unrest
Mama told me the sticks

Choppers and Guns
They chop at your mama
They chop at your daddy
They chop at your son
If they think that you pussy might pull on your block and just

the bullshit, I'm not go surrender
And by the way that I talk, you can tell I stand out
You didn't contribute to this grind, so don't poke your hand out
I'm

a pro
Diamonds gon' shine and bitches gon' glow
They makin' it snow
I'm missin' you when I'm out on the road
And I feel by myself
Mama told me I should

weak, I feel like I am not allowed to speak
'Cause I'll be labeled a freak or someone's mama will tweak
I'm misinformed, I don't know why the desert was

wiping all around the block
Tryna run from all the cops
Red and blue so we don't stop
My goons be living by a code no they don't talk
Circle small this

The whole world say bow, bow

We don't dance no more
All we doing is bow, bow
We don't love them ho's
All we doing is bow

It so hot up in the club, I think I

in the bay
I'm probably OT
Somewhere tripping in the bank
I don't play by the rules like I'm Zaza
Got them babies on me
Ain't no fucking goo-goo ga-ga

Uh
Yea
Yea
Yea
Can you
Turn me up a lil bit
Yea
Glooks
Nov
Mama said not to call em pigs anymore
I'm aging by the day they don't see me as a kid

be giving
Yourself an attitude adjustment"
So they drive up to the middle
School to make a big announcement
Mitchy, Mitchy
Mitchy do not run don't