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- Theodore Unit - Guerrilla 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 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]
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