It's All Right Lyrics - Guerilla City - Guerilla Black

It's all right if these fools keep trippin' 

We going start a fight then take it outside 

Pull the heats out the car 

And they ready to die 

It's all right if these fools keep trippin' 

We going start a fight then take it outside 

Pull the heats out the car 

And they ready to die 

Well I'm Guerilla Black, the one they talking about 

Wit a fresh throw way and some dope in my mouth 

Just trying to make a liven 

C P T, hard times that's a given 

Flee from the bees, or starve or go to prison 

No not me, I hope that be, I don't have to sovote the fiens 

I got another plan, I got another plot 

I got some-mo grams, I got another spot 

Where we can put it, pull out the draws and cook it 

I got my enemies all shooken 

On the way I handle the .38 and work the weight 

I got a stash if the search the place 

Move up, or move out the way 

You just stand back and do as I say 

No, you don't need to know hey they call me hustle man 

If you show stop my money, watch me touch you man 

It's all right if these fools keep trippin' 

We going start a fight then take it outside 

Pull the heats out the car 

And they ready to die 

It's all right if these fools keep trippin' 

We going start a fight then take it outside 

Pull the heats out the car 

And they ready to die 

You don't really really want it 

You don't want it 

You don't really really want it 

You don't want it wit us, no wit us, no 

You don't really really want it 

You don't want it 

You don't really really want it 

You don't want it wit us, no wit us, no 

It's been a long time 

I shoulda left you in the ditch half dead 

Fa 'cause I help you 

I got a nephew, was caller 40 cal 

I got five shots that'll slow you down 

Ask around whose compound this 

Drinking slize malt liquor 

Trey pound in the vest 

(Yes sir) 

Lay down in the nest, I got a nice stash 

Get to close watch ya ass see a bright flash 

Aight man, I give you fair warning 

I promise you want breathe, they'll see the morning 

Little cock and squeeze, wit those high lows 

Smoke lots of weed, that's my motto 

I hope you got a good relationship wit Jamaica 

Shoot you in Compton, watch them find you in Jamaica 

Double the paper, I'm loving the odds 

Huh, 20 to 1 I'm taken it all dog 

It's all right if these fools keep trippin' 

We going start a fight then take it outside 

Pull the heats out the car and they ready to die 

It's all right if these fools keep trippin' 

We going start a fight then take it outside 

Pull the heats out the car 

And they ready to die 

It's all right if these fools keep trippin' 

We going start a fight then take it outside 

Pull the heats out the car 

And they ready to die 

You don't really really want it 

You don't want it 

You don't really really want it 

You don't want it wit us, no wit us, no 

You don't really really want it 

You don't want it 

You don't really really want it 

You don't want it wit us, no wit us, no