Текст песни Theodore Unit - Guerrilla Hood
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[Intro: movie sample]Though we stand in the shadow of deathThe Lord is our God[Hook: Ghostface Killah]It`s a must that I take the streets back so fastEverybody thinkin` it`s not gon` last, IGot bad news, bad news, bro` man and I`m gon` stay aliveI think y`all want my bitches, I empty out on niggazI`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 niggazOperate over stoves, and I brought cold techs for bitchesDraped out in them goose lick picturesYou fuck around and get your whole crew shot at, blaowDare you to pop back, under cars, cryin`, tryin` to come up out thatEric B. when I cut, twenty three`s on a truckLike a dust joint, you`ll have your whole hood stuckThis is Ghost murder, we movin` like NARCs, go-cartsThrowin` Sports Illustrated darts and watchGet the blade rent money, fuck your fade apartDepart when you see Starks, duck lowFuck up a rapper on the regularBlow his fuckin` hands off his cellularThis is Don Mattingly, Don Bailer, Don King or Don anythingA monster, silver back Guerrilla, paThough I sleep outside the bing[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]Niggaz actin` like they bustin` they heatAll they life, all they did was the wheatThis is Theodore, 2004 CommodoresWith big stupid bangers that go bezerk on any jail floorAnd any dance hall, to dirt bomb niggaz that steel caseFrom stores, puff raw, fuck what you heardMight wire your jaw, sip the methodoneCrazy straw, bitch, you want war?[Ghostface Killah]Bulletproof goose pillowsI`m still alive since the last time I leftTephlon pajama set, truck armor neck neck arm, weigh your headMove a A-Bomb, get drunk and paint the whole town redFuck a 5-0, hydro and perfume bottlesBlow a hole through an avocado, blitzed on the VerrazanoWish that I became a leader, the day this old school niggaPlaced a burner in my hand, `cause I was very eagerBig stories to tell, jail house, rock that Supreme ClienteleBricks we buy and sell, We Made It was on, when fam post bailWhen they ran up in Nana house, Pops went through hell2 O`Clock, the Apollo on, no socks, wallo`s onEatin` olives with Vodka, lampin` on plush sofasBig trophies on my wall, double X Moses, Ghost is M.C. UltraYou be suprised by the size of my holster, bitchThe reason why I be dissin` ya`ll niggaz, cause ya`ll 0-for-6You hero head muthafuckas, I`ll expose you quickFuck around and get your waffle splitDon Muraco when I cock, let the glock go, Gotham`s bridgeFeelin` like a bad parent when I dropped those kidsBody, your fuckin` man just like the Narco`s did[Chorus]