Stranger in the Midst

[Hook - 2x] 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 [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 Niggas get nervous when they see us, cause they know we thug Military minded, but I'm trying to mind my own Niggas 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 - 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 ass, that an't gon lasted I'm watching all my niggas, 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 - 2x] [Z-Ro] 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 niggas 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 - 2x]