Guerilla Hood

By Theodore Unit

On 718

Released on August 3, 2004

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[Intro: movie sample & Ghostface]

"Though we stand in the shadow of death

The Lord is our God"

It's a must that I take the streets back so fast

Everybody thinkin' it is 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 niggas

I'm gonna reach the top

Theodore's the crew and we ain't gon' stop now


[Verse 1: Ghostface]

I'm like them '86 Brooklyn niggas

Fuck if I cook coke with niggas

Operate over stoves and I brought Kotex 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', tryna come up out that

Eric B. when I cut, 23s on a truck

Like a dutch 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, rip money, fuckin' 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 Baylor

Don King or Don anything

A monster, silver back Guerrilla, pa, though I sleep outside the bing


[Chorus: Ghostface]

Niggas actin' like they bustin' their heat

All they life, all they did was the wheat

This is Theodore, 2004 Commodores

With big stupid bangers that go berserk on any jail floor

And any dance hall, to dirt bomb niggas

That steel case from stores, puff raw

Fuck what you heard, might wire your jaw, sip the methadone

Crazy straw, bitch, you want war?


[Verse 2: Ghostface]

Bulletproof goose pillows, I'm still alive

Since the last time I left, Teflon pajama set

Truck armor neck neck, arm way ahead

Move a A-Bomb, get drunk and paint the whole town red

Fuck a 5-0, hydro in 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 exposures

Ghost is MC Ultra, you'll be suprised by the size

Of my holster, bitch. The reason why

I be dissin' y'all niggas 'cause y'all 0-for-6

You hero head motherfuckers, 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: Ghostface]

Niggas actin' like they bustin' their heat

All they life, all they did was the wheat

This is Theodore, 2004 Commodores

With big stupid bangers that go berserk on any jail floor

And any dance hall, to dirt bomb niggas

That steel case from stores, puff raw

Fuck what you heard, might wire your jaw, sip the methadone

Crazy straw, bitch, you want war?