Z-ro - Stranger In The Midst lyrics

(Hook - 2x) I'm a stranger in the midst, a star I'm dodging d**h 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 n***az get nervous when they see us, cause they know we thug Military minded, but I'm trying to mind my own n***az 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 motherf**ers, and touching they wind pipe I got a bullet up in the chamber, bullet up in the chamber Run n***a run, cause your a** 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 a**, that an't gon lasted I'm watching all my n***az, I grew up before in a casket Some sad sh** 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 n***a 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 n***a (Hook - 2x) (Z-Ro) I'm a stranger, cause I'm a n***a you ain't seen Face to face with d**h, b**h n***a you can't scream Better cherish this your last breath, cause you done walked Into an unfed guerilla, n***a now witness your last step I was creeping, with the sawed off In a rage bo'guard, blowing n***az 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 sh**, then ask for life But the Lord gave in, and you know he sha'll take it away (Hook - 2x)