[00:00.00] 作曲 : R. Chapman/C. McKay
[00:06.11]Yo, guerilla war nigga, what
[00:09.05]Guerilla war nigga, what what
[00:12.28]Guerilla war nigga, what what
[00:13.11]Guerilla war nigga, what what
[00:17.07]Guerilla war nigga
[00:19.52]It's on
[00:20.20][Cormega]
[00:20.74]Yo, y'all niggas don't know the art of war
[00:22.27]Now you dyin' and my gun'll keep burstin' 'til your mama cryin'
[00:25.13]I'm defying your whole crew, y'all niggas weak
[00:28.03]It could be on officially if you had heart
[00:30.20]Niggas overrated, props old decaying
[00:32.94]Not known for sprayin', what the **** you sayin'
[00:35.74]Your crew fell, you jeal', 'cause mine doin' it
[00:37.97]Yo quit the jealousy, let's get to felonies
[00:40.70]My niggas sellin' keys, your niggas sellin' dreams
[00:43.42]Your plans ain't precise, you need better schemes
[00:45.94]'Cause yo, I ain't tryin to lose another nigga
[00:48.08]And if so enough blood is spilt to fill a river
[00:50.85]And I'll part the Red Sea like Moses' staff
[00:53.46]And spite my enemies despite the penalties
[00:55.94]You could live like kings, but die from injuries
[00:58.42]You about to be a memory nigga (You don't want it!)
[01:01.24]I don't hate you, I despise you
[01:02.99]I call you c********r, 'cause it describes you
[01:04.44]I know you wish you had a real crew, like I do
[01:07.29]Niggas who send shots and get props like my crew
[01:10.47]Look at you nigga, you had status, most of that vanished
[01:13.80]Y'all niggas has been, addicts, unestablished
[01:16.46]What the **** happened? You had the block clickin'
[01:18.70]Now you in denial, y'all are finished
[01:20.56]You opposition, but you no competition
[01:22.62]To my niggas with heaters yo, we not feelin' you either, what
[01:25.55]You wanna talk violent, but seek P's for solution
[01:29.39]I stalk silent, when I precede execution
[01:31.91]Taught by the realest niggas to walk the planet
[01:34.65]With one thought you vanish, like the court remanded
[01:36.57]You on the ave with your weak mans frontin'
[01:39.57]When you see my niggas comin' (You don't want it!)
[01:41.84]My nigga Biggie must have prophesized
[01:43.51]When he said somebody got to die
[01:46.52]I'm like the jackal, when I attack you die from gat wounds
[01:48.77]Frank Nitty couldn't do it that smooth
[01:51.92]Life's a b***h, I'm the pimp, you owe Mad Duke's crew
[01:53.72]I proved you weak, you ride d**k to eat
[01:56.80]You ain't real, ill, or prepared to kill
[01:59.54]Man you better chill, you could get it for real
[02:01.94]I live this life of gangstas, ever second is danger
[02:04.55]The enemy is rarely a stranger
[02:06.47]The treachery in the hearts of men is jealousy's best friend
[02:09.25]That's the reason felonies will never end
[02:12.22]How you feel is mutual, I don't fear retaliation, I'm shootin' you
[02:16.40]This is a mere evaluation, I do what you to scared to do
[02:20.05]************ I'm prepared, you don't want it nigga
[02:24.50]

作曲 : R. Chapman/C. McKay
Yo, guerilla war nigga, what
Guerilla war nigga, what what
Guerilla war nigga, what what
Guerilla war nigga, what what
Guerilla war nigga
It's on
Yo, y'all niggas don't know the art of war
Now you dyin' and my gun'll keep burstin' 'til your mama cryin'
I'm defying your whole crew, y'all niggas weak
It could be on officially if you had heart
Niggas overrated, props old decaying
Not known for sprayin', what the **** you sayin'
Your crew fell, you jeal', 'cause mine doin' it
Yo quit the jealousy, let's get to felonies
My niggas sellin' keys, your niggas sellin' dreams
Your plans ain't precise, you need better schemes
'Cause yo, I ain't tryin to lose another nigga
And if so enough blood is spilt to fill a river
And I'll part the Red Sea like Moses' staff
And spite my enemies despite the penalties
You could live like kings, but die from injuries
You about to be a memory nigga (You don't want it!)
I don't hate you, I despise you
I call you c********r, 'cause it describes you
I know you wish you had a real crew, like I do
Niggas who send shots and get props like my crew
Look at you nigga, you had status, most of that vanished
Y'all niggas has been, addicts, unestablished
What the **** happened? You had the block clickin'
Now you in denial, y'all are finished
You opposition, but you no competition
To my niggas with heaters yo, we not feelin' you either, what
You wanna talk violent, but seek P's for solution
I stalk silent, when I precede execution
Taught by the realest niggas to walk the planet
With one thought you vanish, like the court remanded
You on the ave with your weak mans frontin'
When you see my niggas comin' (You don't want it!)
My nigga Biggie must have prophesized
When he said somebody got to die
I'm like the jackal, when I attack you die from gat wounds
Frank Nitty couldn't do it that smooth
Life's a b***h, I'm the pimp, you owe Mad Duke's crew
I proved you weak, you ride d**k to eat
You ain't real, ill, or prepared to kill
Man you better chill, you could get it for real
I live this life of gangstas, ever second is danger
The enemy is rarely a stranger
The treachery in the hearts of men is jealousy's best friend
That's the reason felonies will never end
How you feel is mutual, I don't fear retaliation, I'm shootin' you
This is a mere evaluation, I do what you to scared to do
************ I'm prepared, you don't want it nigga