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theodore unit - guerilla hood lyrics

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[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 b-tches, i empty out on n-gg-z
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 n-gg-z, f-ck if i cook c-ke with n-gg-z
operate over stoves, and i brought cold techs for b-tches
draped out in them goose lick pictures
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, you’ll have your whole hood stuck
this is ghost murder, we movin’ like narcs, go-carts
throwin’ sports ill-strated darts and watch
get the blade rent money, f-ck your fade apart
depart when you see starks, duck low
f-ck up a rapper on the regular
blow his f-ckin’ 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]
n-gg-z 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 n-gg-z that steel case
from stores, puff raw, f-ck what you heard
might wire your jaw, sip the methodone
crazy straw, b-tch, 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
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-gg-
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 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’ ya’ll n-gg-z, cause ya’ll 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, your f-ckin’ man just like the narco’s did

[chorus]



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