Guerilla Hood

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 ******es, I empty out on ******z

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 ******z, ****** if I cook coke with ******z

Operate over stoves, and I brought cold techs for ******es

Draped out in them goose lick pictures

You ****** 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, ****** your fade apart

Depart when you see Starks, duck low

****** up a rapper on the regular

Blow his ******' 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]

******z 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 ******z that steel case

From stores, puff raw, ****** what you heard

Might wire your jaw, sip the methodone

Crazy straw, ******, 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

****** 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 ******

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, ******

The reason why I be dissin' ya'll ******z, cause ya'll 0-for-6

You hero head mutha******as, I'll expose you quick

****** around and get your waffle split

Don Muraco when I ****, let the glock go, Gotham's bridge

Feelin' like a bad parent when I dropped those kids

Body, your ******' man just like the Narco's did

[Chorus]