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solomon childs - gorilla hood (original version) lyrics

[intro: movie sample]
though we stand in the shadow of death
the lord is our god

[hook: ghostface k!llah]
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 n-ggas
i’m gonna reach the top, theodore’s the crew and we ain’t
gon’ stop now

[ghostface k!llah]
i’m like them ’86 brooklyn n-ggas
f-ck if i cook c0ke with n-ggas
operate over stoves, and i brought kotex for b-tches
draped out in them goose l1ck b-tches
you f-ck 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 ill-strated darts and watch
get the blade whip money, f-ck your fame to part
depart when you see starks, duck low
f-ck up a rapper on the regular
blow his f-ckin’ 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

[hook: solomon childs]
introducing staten island
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)
introducing staten island
new york, new york, toney show ’em how n-ggas shine (it’s yourz)
this for the holes in my momma’s sock
the scene’s marked, got them six in a pack for 3.99 (it’s yourz)

[ghostface k!llah]
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
f-ck 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 n-gga
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 h-ll
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, b-tch
the reason why i be dissin’ y’all n-ggas is cause y’all 0-for-6
you hero head m-th-f-ckas, i’ll expose you quick
f-ck around and get your waffle split
don muraco when i c-ck let the glock go, gotham’s bridge
feelin’ like a bad parent when i dropped those kids
body up your f-ckin’ man just like the narco’s did

[hook]

[outro: ghostface k!llah (carlton fisk)]
yeah, yeah, like i told you (for real man)
m-th-f-ckas, it’s me man (tired of n-ggas tellin’ n-ggas)
f-ck that, it’s theodore (n-ggas talkin’ all flagrant)
(ya’ll n-ggas is f-ckin’ up, son)
let me say somethin’, let me say somethin’ one time (go head)
i’mma bust one of these n-ggas wigs open one time
my banger too big and been starvin’ for one of these little punk -ss n-ggas
(yo these n-ggas like bad children)
i’mma start sendin’ y’all n-ggas to the store
(where we from, y’all n-ggas don’t know, f-ck the rappers, god)
ya’ll n-ggas whole style is chump, straight up and down
we them ’88 babies, man, on the real man (ya’ll n-ggas just war story n-ggas)
i’ll smack you off stage while you on man (slap the sh-t out of one of y’all n-ggas)
spit in your girl’s mouth, b-tch (shaolin, i f-ck the b-tch up)
i wanna bite this f-ckin’ mic, right now (i’m tellin’ you…)

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