's all right if these fools keep trippin' We going start a fight then take it outside Pull the heats out the car And they ready to die Well I'm Guerilla
You were my first, my last, and my only Ever since you left I've been lonely I can't find no love in my homies You always was true You were my first,
When I run up on you I'm gon' blow x 4 The leader of the new school Not to take nothin' from busta My heat stay glued on bustas Check out my demographics
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh baby Oh oh oh, oh baby, oh yeah I remember, when I met you on Crenshaw I almost crashed my truck and spilled my Hen-Dawg Yes you
[Beanie Man] Zaccka Zo Ona-na-na-na Guerilla Black where you from Zaccka [Guerilla Black + (Beanie Man Ad-Libs)] I'm strictly business, just like
There's no reason I'm as evil as I could be I pray to Jesus, "Please keep my mind at peace" I just wanna stay humble and patient That's when stupid niggaz
Chorus (repeat x2) I can make the sunrise, and the moon fall When my plane land, you better take it off Stop playing girl, yeah I'm trying to fuck something
Cornrows cheack kacies chbeack tourment cheack
56x habalga, hagurerilla nasty holla
la la la la la la whooooooooo from coast to coast from sea to sea from ghetto to ghetto, yeaaah from street to street la la la la la la la la from
This is dedicated to my nigga, Easy E, Compton Rest in peace, my nigga Say what? I'ma hustler I'ma con me some work an' I'ma doublea Hit the block real
(Intro) [Corus] Yes Sir! What, what, Yes sir! What, what, Yes sir! What, what, Yes sir! [Verse 1] With offence in your eye im like deacon tay
's do it Kanye West, c'mon turn me up And Black Thought, c'mon turn me up And Pharoahe Monch, c'mon turn me up And Talib Kweli in the house with Guerrilla
the concrete jungle King Kong has taken me He is the hunter, he is the hunted Guerrilla, beware of the beast, yeah Beware, beware Guerrilla, urban guerrilla Guerrilla
Guerilla Soldier born in Santo Domingo U.S. Marine down from his home up in Maine Big Red Machine rolls in patrolling the jungle All of them baking under
Tu me dijsites que la manana se compraba con un beso Y que la guerra estaba en venta y que la paz tenia su precio que la politica se viste oro, plata,
la reforma donde esta... Todo sentimiento asi es un alud que guardo en mi. Corrupcion!? Guerra Gaucha! Corrupcion!? Guerra Gaucha! Corrupcion!? Corrupcion!? Guerra Gaucha! Corrupcion!? Guerra