THEODORE UNIT - Guerilla Hood lyrics

[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 niggaz

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 niggaz, fuck if I cook coke with niggaz

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]

Niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz, 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]