Z-Ro feat. Klondike Kat Stranger in the Midst Lyrics

Z-Ro Tolerance Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Go to War
  • 2 Real Niggaz
  • 3 Creepin'
  • 4 Party
  • 5 I'm a Gangsta
  • 6 Stranger in the Midst
  • 7 Keep Runnin
  • 8 Who Could It Be
  • 9 Jus' a Hoe
  • 10 Ain't Havin None of That Bullshit
  • 11 Shelter in the Storm
  • 12 Time and Again
  • 13 Move Around
  • [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

    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
    Niggaz get nervous when they see us, cause they know we thug
    Military minded, but I'm trying to mind my own
    Niggaz 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 motherfuckers, and touching they wind pipe
    I got a bullet up in the chamber, bullet up in the chamber
    Run nigga run, cause your ass 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 ass, that an't gon lasted
    I'm watching all my niggaz, I grew up before in a casket
    Some sad shit 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 nigga 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 nigga

    [Hook x2]

    I'm a stranger, cause I'm a nigga you ain't seen
    Face to face with death, bitch nigga you can't scream
    Better cherish this your last breath, cause you done walked
    Into an unfed guerilla, nigga now witness your last step
    I was creeping, with the sawed off
    In a rage bo'guard, blowing niggaz 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 shit, then ask for life
    But the Lord gave in, and you know he sha'll take it away

    [Hook x2]

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