Guerilla Hood

[Intro: movie sample] Though we stand in the shadow of death The Lord is our God [Hook: Ghostface Killah] It's a must that I take the streets back so fast Everybody thinkin' it's not gon' last, I Got bad news, bad news, bro' man and I'm gon' stay alive I think y'all want my bitches, I empty out on niggas I'm gonna reach the top, Theodore's the crew and we ain't gon' stop now [Ghostface Killah] I'm like them '86 Brooklyn niggas, fuck if I cook coke with niggas Operate over stoves, and I brought cold techs for bitches Draped out in them goose lick pictures You fuck around and get your whole crew shot at, blaow Dare you to pop back, under cars, cryin', tryin' to come up out that Eric B. when I cut, twenty three's on a truck Like a dust joint, you'll have your whole hood stuck This is Ghost murder, we movin' like NARCs, go-carts Throwin' Sports Illustrated darts and watch Get the blade rent money, fuck your fade apart Depart when you see Starks, duck low Fuck up a rapper on the regular Blow his fuckin' hands off his cellular This is Don Mattingly, Don Bailer, Don King or Don anything A monster, silver back Guerrilla, pa Though I sleep outside the bing [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Niggas actin' like they bustin' they heat All they life, all they did was the wheat This is Theodore, 2004 Commodores With big stupid bangers that go bezerk on any jail floor And any dance hall, to dirt bomb niggas that steel case From stores, puff raw, fuck what you heard Might wire your jaw, sip the methodone Crazy straw, bitch, you want war? [Ghostface Killah] Bulletproof goose pillows I'm still alive since the last time I left Tephlon pajama set, truck armor neck neck arm, weigh your head Move a A-Bomb, get drunk and paint the whole town red Fuck a 5-0, hydro and perfume bottles Blow a hole through an avocado, blitzed on the Verrazano Wish that I became a leader, the day this old school nigga Placed a burner in my hand, cause I was very eager Big stories to tell, jail house, rock that Supreme Clientele Bricks we buy and sell, We Made It was on, when fam post bail When they ran up in Nana house, Pops went through hell 2 O'Clock, the Apollo on, no socks, wallo's on Eatin' olives with Vodka, lampin' on plush sofas Big trophies on my wall, double X Moses, Ghost is M.C. Ultra You be suprised by the size of my holster, bitch The reason why I be dissin' ya'll niggas, cause ya'll 0-for-6 You hero head muthafuckas, I'll expose you quick Fuck around and get your waffle split Don Muraco when I cock, let the Glock go, Gotham's bridge Feelin' like a bad parent when I dropped those kids Body, your fuckin' man just like the Narco's did [Chorus]