Speak On It

Guerilla Maab

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    (Talking)

    Good Lord, I wanna thank you
    For waking me up, to see another
    New day, I've never seen before
    Forgive me for my sins, for they
    Be where I thought of deed, a mission
    A cold mission, Lord please bless me
    With the blessings you say
    I stand in need of, when I've done everything
    On this earth, that you laid out for me to do
    Lord please bless me with a home
    Somewhere in your kingdom
    Even the loss of the alone
    In Jesus name I pray, amen

    (Z-Ro)

    Seem like the light is so close
    I can feel my soul, about to vacate
    Make me wonder, am I right for God
    Cause I don't wanna get denied, at the pearly gate
    Even though I been cut throat, tripping off PCP
    Telling all my friends, to take a hike
    But it's fucked up, thinking bout tapes
    From other niggaz, when they on pot they can break the mic
    No time for pussy, I gotta pump packs in the projects
    Plus I gotta pimp the pen, if I wanna get paid
    I can't feel sorry gotta do the deed, and get up in the wind
    Gotta get some dividends, and if I don't die
    I'ma seek forgiveness of my sins, and if I get denied
    Even though I tried, I'ma burn for the rest of the devil me
    But the Lord gon give it, and the Lord gon take it
    Away, so I can't trip on my life
    It was my time to go, somebody take care of my child
    And raise him up right, plus these niggaz be living so shife
    I don't want my seed, to get corrupted
    Give him so much game, when I die
    He gon live as if the lessons, ain't interrupted
    Just to show how fucked up, the game can get
    Big Steve, money came up missing
    I was up in the car, so I'm a suspect of the crime
    But a nigga ain't tripping, all I can say is that I'm a G
    And I just won't touch it, unless I own it
    Wish I could tell Steve, that I'm still on my grind
    For mine, so I'ma bleed the block if I want it

    (Hook)

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    Can't believe it
    I'm gon have to ride tonight
    Roll on, roll on
    Holding plexes, pulling pistols
    They play with your life
    Roll on roll on, or get stoled on

    (Z-Ro)

    Evilness without the sin, let him cast the first stone
    But unless your father, can make the wind blow
    When I see a check, please leave me alone
    Because I never asked nobody, for nothing
    I just accepted, what I was given
    Even though I'm po', I pray to let God know
    That I'm thankful to be still living, yeah I'd rather be a slave in heaven
    Than to be, the most comfortable cat in hell
    But I'm too good for one, and too bad for one
    So I'm between the two, I gotta sell
    Living on lock, familiar with songs and proverbs
    When the ways of the world, start to trip
    When I can't take it, I smoke too much
    That explains, that black shit around a nigga lip
    The Lord is my light, and my salvation
    But I still slip away, with natural herbs
    I don't be smoking weed, to look cool fool
    I got a problem, I do it to calm my nerves
    Now the preacher, wanna see me on Sunday
    But knowing I'ma bleed the block, first thang come Monday
    I don't go, cause another no show
    Said I'll fuck around and die, when I walk in the do'
    Never go be talking about a nigga, behind his back
    I'ma do it to him in his face, hoe checking a bitch
    About what he might of said a few days ago, talking down in a safe place
    But it ain't safe, for the presence of a god damn fool
    That'll squeeze, and make a motherfucker blood come down
    Heavily armed, with an automatic round
    When I frown, it ain't real cool to stick around
    Plus I found, that a relationship ain't shit
    When I was fucking, with one of these hoes
    She done fucked it up, for the rest of the women
    Cause I ain't trying to fuck, with none of these hoes
    Some of my partnas, that'd turn to foes
    That'd turn to struggling, from balling
    But I'm crooked as ever, but the world is so crooked
    I hope that God, ain't tired of me calling

    (Hook)

    (Z-Ro)

    Now if I said, that I'd rather be dead
    Instead of going through, the struggle and the pain
    Here to make logical sense, but when I get in a predicament
    I still be trying, to maintain
    Don't wanna lose my life, I wanna choose to live my life right
    But it's hard to decide, like a devil in disguise
    That be pulling a bull up over my eyes
    And trying to get me, to swallow my pride
    But I be ready to ride, and won't be denied
    Even if I died, motherfuckers know I tried
    To keep a bullet out of that body, I cried
    Everytime I put it inside, to make another nigga cap-size
    But if somebody, wanna put me under the ground
    Somebody better have a good plan
    I'm a man, that'll be ready to break a bastard off
    But I don't wanna die, living in a casket why did a
    Bitch wanna set my partna up, cause it really got up under my skin
    But I ain't tripping, when a nigga feeling with
    One up in the chamber, just to get a little bit of revenge
    I can't even keep a girlfriend, everybody be fucking with me
    And got my name, in a negative whirlwind
    I be ready for the trumpet to blow, and even if I don't get to go
    I still, wanna see the world end
    Cause I be tired, of feeling this anger
    Feeling the permission of danger, with every breath
    I be tired of watching my back, and packing a gat
    And living 24-7, up in a motherfucking vest
    God bless me, cause everybody wanna test me
    So I don't even talk, on my Prime Co. phone
    Leave a message, and press three

    (Hook 2x)

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