Guerillas Ain't Gangstas

Can you say guerilla, mother****er?

Can you say guerilla, mother****er?

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 (*****)

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 *****in

About the little story that you print, witcha ink

I never ever bit my tongue, your **** 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' mother****ers

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 mother****in' 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 **** 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 **** it I'll just cut ya

Sleepwalkers sleepwalkers no more **** 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 ****in 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?

Mother****er!

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'..