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Guerilla Maab - Resurrected

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[Chorus]
Tell me what you see, when you look at me
A G that`s me, I don`t know why
I live my life, like I don`t care, I don`t care

[Z-Ro]
Nothing but good intentions, when I started out as a kid
Living my life but when it happened, I couldn`t understand what mama did
Leave me, it wasn`t easy, it was hard
Everybody was looking unhappy, but I was looking for God
Receiving beatings on a daily basis, for C`s and D`s
If it wasn`t the honor roll, my father wasn`t fucking with me
Herm Clark to South Park, to Ridgemont 4
That`s where the devil developed, the Christian killa called `Ro
An adduction to dro and drank, heavy on the sherm
And you don`t wanna get fronted by Joseph, cause his turns burn
Nigga fuck you pay me, but its been slow round here `Ro
Nigga fuck you pay me, before you become part of the flo`
And I ain`t playing no games, cause ain`t nobody ever played with me
Trusted nobody, even my people that done stayed with me
Out to get me, that`s how I feel about y`all
Just give me my ten, or you fin to see what my steel about dog
Five fingers on my right, and that`s how many niggas I trust
Eugene, Jordan, Mexican D and D.P., D-Los sipping purple stuff
A drug addict, that`s how I`m feeling right now
Another numb nigga, cause I ain`t got no feelings right now
Don`t give a fuck about nothing, its like I`m living to die
I let a woman through in my mind, now I`m unable to cry
Your feelings is your feelings, but my feelings is gone
Cause when a nigga needed your feelings, your feelings wasn`t shown
Now I smoke weed rolling around, aimlessly
Take pride in whooping niggas, beat they ass shamelessly
Dorothy Marie send me a sign, are you proud of your boy
Ain`t got no mansion or no Bentley, just a crib and a car
I wish I had a million dollas, but I got me some cash
I might not be from River Oaks, but I still got me some class
And when I say I`m dying I`m dying, you ain`t gotta try to do me
I guess dentist was nervous, and tried to help somebody sue me
Who that thug nigga, moving units state to state
I-10 connected with weight, but now replaced by tapes
And C.D.`s, I`m S.U.C till I D-I-E
Affilliated with C-R-I-P`s, and B-L double O-D`s
I`m not a gangsta, I just lean like that
Able to unload, and flee the murder scene like that
Call me what you wanna, call me crazy baby
But you ain`t been paying no bills, where I lay my head lately baby
Don`t know nothing about me, just know that I be rapping
Just know that you see me, everytime another murder happen
My grand finale, that`s when I lay me down to sleep
Until then I rest, and so I creep
To and fro, seeking who I may devour
I ain`t a devil, but a God in search of his power
So when you look at me, tell me what you think about
Crackers killing they self, over shit I smoke and drink about

[Chorus - 2x]

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