Guerilla Hood

[Intro: movie sample & Ghostface] "Though we stand in the shadow of death The Lord is our God" It's a must that I take the streets back so fast Everybody thinkin' it is 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 [Verse 1: Ghostface] I'm like them '86 Brooklyn niggas Fuck if I cook coke with niggas Operate over stoves and I brought Kotex 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', tryna come up out that Eric B. when I cut, 23s on a truck Like a dutch 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, rip money, fuckin' 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 Baylor Don King or Don anything A monster, silver back Guerrilla, pa, though I sleep outside the bing [Chorus: Ghostface] Niggas actin' like they bustin' their heat All they life, all they did was the wheat This is Theodore, 2004 Commodores With big stupid bangers that go berserk 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 methadone Crazy straw, bitch, you want war? [Verse 2: Ghostface] Bulletproof goose pillows, I'm still alive Since the last time I left, Teflon pajama set Truck armor neck neck, arm way ahead Move a A-Bomb, get drunk and paint the whole town red Fuck a 5-0, hydro in 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 exposures Ghost is MC Ultra, you'll be suprised by the size Of my holster, bitch. The reason why I be dissin' y'all niggas 'cause y'all 0-for-6 You hero head motherfuckers, 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: Ghostface] Niggas actin' like they bustin' their heat All they life, all they did was the wheat This is Theodore, 2004 Commodores With big stupid bangers that go berserk 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 methadone Crazy straw, bitch, you want war?