Solomon Childs, Ghostface Killah, Carlton Fisk - Gorilla Hood (Original Version) lyrics
[Solomon Childs, Ghostface Killah, Carlton Fisk - Gorilla Hood Original Version lyrics]
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's not gon' last
I, got bad news, bad news
Brot'man and I'm gon' stay alive
I think y'all want my riches
I empty out on niggas
I'm gonna reach the top
Theodore's the crew and we ain't
Gon' stop now
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 bitches
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
I'll have your whole hood stuck
This is Ghost murder, we movin' like NARCs
Go-karts
Throwin' Sports Illustrated darts and watch
Get the blade whip money
Fuck your fame to part
Depart when you see Starks, duck low
Fuck up a rapper on the regular
Blow his fuckin' arms 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
New York, New York, the Theodore Unit
(It's yourz)
And we bringin' back the Twin Towers
We military, puttin' control on you cowards
(It's yourz) new York, New York
Toney show 'em how niggas shine (It's yourz)
This for the holes in my momma's sock
The scene's marked
Got them six in a pack for 399 (It's yourz)
Bulletproof goose pillows
I'm still alive since the last time I left
Tephlon pajama set
Truck armor neck neck arm weigh your head
Boof an 8 ball
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, near the 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 MC ultra
You be suprised by the size of my holster
Bitch the reason why I be dissin' y'all
Niggas is cause y'all 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 up your fuckin' man just
Like the Narco's did
Yeah, yeah, like I told you (for real man)
Muthafuckas, it's me man
(tired of niggas tellin' niggas)
Fuck that, it's Theodore
(niggas talkin' all flagrant)
(Ya'll niggas is fuckin' up, son)
Let me say somethin'
Let me say somethin' one time (go head)
I'mma bust one of these niggas
Wigs open one time
My banger too big and been starvin' for
One of these little punk ass niggas
(Yo these niggas like bad children)
I'mma start sendin' y'all niggas to the store
(Where we from, y'all niggas don't
Know, fuck the rappers, god)
Ya'll niggas whole style is chump
Straight up and down
We them '88 babies, man, on the real man
(Ya'll niggas just war story niggas)
I'll smack you off stage while you on man
(Slap the shit out of one of y'all niggas)
Spit in your girl's mouth, bitch
(Shaolin, I fuck the bitch up)
I wanna bite this fuckin' mic, right now
(I'm tellin' you)
The Lord is our God
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
Brot'man and I'm gon' stay alive
I think y'all want my riches
I empty out on niggas
I'm gonna reach the top
Theodore's the crew and we ain't
Gon' stop now
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 bitches
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
I'll have your whole hood stuck
This is Ghost murder, we movin' like NARCs
Go-karts
Throwin' Sports Illustrated darts and watch
Get the blade whip money
Fuck your fame to part
Depart when you see Starks, duck low
Fuck up a rapper on the regular
Blow his fuckin' arms 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
New York, New York, the Theodore Unit
(It's yourz)
And we bringin' back the Twin Towers
We military, puttin' control on you cowards
(It's yourz) new York, New York
Toney show 'em how niggas shine (It's yourz)
This for the holes in my momma's sock
The scene's marked
Got them six in a pack for 399 (It's yourz)
Bulletproof goose pillows
I'm still alive since the last time I left
Tephlon pajama set
Truck armor neck neck arm weigh your head
Boof an 8 ball
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, near the 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 MC ultra
You be suprised by the size of my holster
Bitch the reason why I be dissin' y'all
Niggas is cause y'all 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 up your fuckin' man just
Like the Narco's did
Yeah, yeah, like I told you (for real man)
Muthafuckas, it's me man
(tired of niggas tellin' niggas)
Fuck that, it's Theodore
(niggas talkin' all flagrant)
(Ya'll niggas is fuckin' up, son)
Let me say somethin'
Let me say somethin' one time (go head)
I'mma bust one of these niggas
Wigs open one time
My banger too big and been starvin' for
One of these little punk ass niggas
(Yo these niggas like bad children)
I'mma start sendin' y'all niggas to the store
(Where we from, y'all niggas don't
Know, fuck the rappers, god)
Ya'll niggas whole style is chump
Straight up and down
We them '88 babies, man, on the real man
(Ya'll niggas just war story niggas)
I'll smack you off stage while you on man
(Slap the shit out of one of y'all niggas)
Spit in your girl's mouth, bitch
(Shaolin, I fuck the bitch up)
I wanna bite this fuckin' mic, right now
(I'm tellin' you)