Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Still Here, artist - Guerilla MaabDate of issue: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
Still Here |
| Give me a pad and a pen, and I’ll let the lesson begin |
| The only way to survive my life is straight up livin' in sin |
| Keep on gettin' in where you fittin' in, but in case you get stuck |
| Better keep your piece off safety, you got these niggas fucked up |
| No matter how many times I get on my knees and pray, it don’t change |
| Duckin' bullets, and the woman I love keep playing games with my brain |
| Our relationship’s faded, I tried to save it |
| But now she living with a nigga named David |
| Lord, could you please have mercy on this soul of mine |
| And release the blanket 'cause at night it gets so cold sometimes |
| Tried to go from a life of crime, but see my hustle was hot |
| Keep a razor blade to chop up all my twenties and dimes on the spot |
| Oh yeah I came up in the church, Z-Ro know right from wrong |
| But I gotta hustle to keep on eatin', because my felony postpone |
| A nigga like me from gettin' a job, so how the fuck can I rest? |
| Sometimes I wonder if a nigga’s really blessed, 'cause I’m still here |
| I’ve been waitin' patiently |
| (I wonder if a nigga’s really blessed, 'cause I’m still here) |
| Niggas steady hatin' me |
| (I wonder if a nigga’s really blessed, 'cause I’m still here) |
| I’ve been waitin' patiently |
| (I wonder if a nigga’s really blessed, 'cause I’m still here) |
| Why have you forsaken me? |
| (I wonder if a nigga’s really blessed) |
| Now it’s 1999, the new millennium is upon us |
| HPD got new technology, they gon' get us if they want us |
| Under surveillance 24−7 up in this game, you can never tell |
| Laws can’t see nan one of dem OZ’s |
| But a snitch’ll provide the blind with braille |
| Letters to read, indeed they wanna see me in a pine box |
| You can tell I’m not havin' that at the moment I let my nine cock |
| Release it cause I’m furious, refuse to let 'em capture me |
| Can’t get me a little bit of rest because I know them hoes are after me |
| I signed a major deal, you can see my video on TV |
| Fuck cappin', I’d rather kick it with Shan-o, Boobie and DP |
| 'Cause they never refuse my company when I show up at the do' |
| Sometimes a place where everybody knows my name is where I wanna go |
| Tell me do you know what they call me, 'cause you act like you ain’t heard of me |
| But you better be ready to die if somebody sent you here to murder me |
| 22, with a motherfucking beer belly |
| Some say I’m an OG already because I’m still here |
| I’ve been waitin' patiently |
| (I wonder if a nigga’s really blessed, 'cause I’m still here) |
| Niggas steady hatin' me |
| (I wonder if a nigga’s really blessed, 'cause I’m still here) |
| I’ve been waitin' patiently |
| (I wonder if a nigga’s really blessed, 'cause I’m still here) |
| Why have you forsaken me? |
| (I wonder if a nigga’s really blessed) |
| I wonder if my niggas really love me sometimes |
| Would they give a fuck about Z-Ro if I couldn’t rhyme? |
| It’s just a thought in my mind, I’m so tired of working my muscle |
| I just came here to preach, didn’t give a fuck about a hustle |
| Nigga don’t get me wrong, I’ve been known to bleed blocks |
| Livin' on every local corner, on a first name basis with these cops |
| I’ve been locked up so many times, depressed and in jail |
| Ain’t got no free-world patnas that’ll make my bail |
| I can see it in the sky, it must be destiny for me to be insane |
| Feel the expression on my face, can’t you tell I’m in pain? |
| I try to repent cause that’s a privilege that was given to me |
| But when I talk to God it seem like he don’t listen to me |
| Cause I’ll be fienin' for mercy, no matter how many times I whine |
| I never get it when I want it, but it’s right on time |
| I can see the world again, from foggy weather to clear |
| But I still wonder if a nigga’s really blessed, cause I’m still here |
| I’ve been waitin' patiently |
| (I wonder if a nigga’s really blessed, 'cause I’m still here) |
| Niggas steady hatin' me |
| (I wonder if a nigga’s really blessed 'cause I’m still here) |
| I’ve been waitin' patiently |
| (I wonder if a nigga’s really blessed 'cause I’m still here) |
| Why have you forsaken me? |
| (I wonder if a nigga’s really blessed, I’m still here) |
| Then, as I looked |
| I saw the door standing open in Heaven |
| And the same voice I had heard before that sounded like a mighty trumpet blast |
| spoke to me |
| And said |
| «Come up here |
| And I will show you what must happen in the future |
| But for right now … |
| I’m still here» |