LYRICS
Can you say guerilla, motherf**ker?
Can you say guerilla, motherf**ker?
Well aww shit, god damn, here I go flippin' the script
The brand new 1993 fat guerilla shit
All you rooty-poot, nickel-plated punk-ass bustaz
You flossin' on the Mob it's mandatory that we buck ya
How ever could you call us gangstas, you little prankster (b***h)
You analyzed it wrong so now it's time for me to bank ya
Street politicians on a mission and I'm wishin'
To clear the rumor up because my niggas, keep b***hin
About the little story that you print, witcha ink
I never ever bit my tongue, your shit stinks
Bust a cracker into two or, I shake you to the sewer
I gaffle yo' ass up and make it stink like manure
So if you wanna print it, print it right, you sucker
Cause we, can all be some fightin' motherf**kers
And if you disrespect me I'mma bank ya
Peace to Spice 1, but guerillas ain't gangstas, yeah
One two three I'm a G
As in guerilla, see I'm a killa
One two three I'm a G
As in guerilla, see I'm a killa
Break em off somethin'.. he heh
Here I go, flippin' the tongue, I'm not the diggitty-dung
It's the L period, M.O.B. and that's where I'm from
Had the twenty-two, pulled over, gets popped
Now me rolls with the Glock in the new stash spot
J-Dee kicked the habit and he still smoke blunts
Shorty got the O with the monster bumps
So here I go or can I go on the fat track
Cause I'm still much black, hittin' devils with the bat
So Mister "Pen and Pad", don't even try to trip
No diss to no G's, ain't on that tip
Guerillas out the jungle but we still in the mist
Buck the devil, buck the devil, boom with the black fist
Mobbin' like a motherf**kin' and I'm straight Lench-in
(A Street Knowledge mission? You niggas is wishin'!)
So raise on up before we bank ya
Peace to King Tee but guerillas ain't gangstas (yeah)
One two three I'm a G
As in guerilla, see I'm a killa
One two three I'm a G
As in guerilla, see I'm a killa
Break em off somethin'..
Steppin up, steppin' up, no I'm not shuttin' up
He say, she say, we gotta clear the shit up
You wanna label me a black gangsta
But I'm a black man who was saved by a savior
Knockin at yo' door, you open, he swung, he missed
He pissed when we hit him in the head with a brick
Guerillas in the mist, with the silent kill skills
I huffed and I puffed, when you dissed you're Illsville
Now I gotta buck ya, plus I never trust ya
A devil in drag, so f**k it I'll just cut ya
Sleepwalkers sleepwalkers no more shit talkers
Quiet as kept, I shoulda cut him like the night stalker
Stomp down, stomp down, hard like a billygoat
Eeenie-meenie-minie-moe I gotta cut his f**kin throat
If you disrespect me I'mma bank ya
Peace to Compton's Most, but guerillas ain't gangstas
One two three I'm a G
As in guerilla.. (see I'm a killa)
One two three I'm a G
As in guerilla.. (see I'm a killa)
Can you say guerilla?
Motherf**ker!
And if you disrespect me I'mma bank ya
Boom-ping-PING!
Yo, and if you disrespect me I'mma bank ya
Boom-ping-PING!
Yo, and if you disrespect the Mob, we'll bank ya
Boom-ping-PING!
Yo, and if you disrespect Cube, he'll bank ya
Boom-ping-PING!
Check it out yo, if you disrespect me I'mma bank ya, check it
Boom-ping-PING!
Yo, and if you disrespect me I'mma bank ya, yo
Boom-ping-PING!
Peace to gangstas, if you disrespect the Mob, we will bank ya
Boom-ping-PING!
Yo check it out, diss Quincy D, and he will bank ya
Boom-ping-PING!
Break em off somethin'..