Текст песни Z-Ro f Den-Den, Lyrical 187 - Gorilla Till I Die
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[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)