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 (bitch)
 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 bitchin
 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' 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 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 **** 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 ****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'..