Theodore Unit, Ghostface Killah - Guerilla Hood 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
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

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'
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 Baylor
Don King or Don anything
A monster, silver back Guerrilla, pa
Though I sleep outside the bing

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?

Bulletproof goose pillows
I'm still alive since the last time I left
Teflon 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 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 X Moses
Ghost is MC 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

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?