Carlton Fisk - Gorilla Hood (Original Version) lyrics

[Intro: movie sample] Though we stand in the shadow of d**h The Lord is our God [Hook: Ghostface k**ah] It's a must that I take the streets back so fast Everybody thinkin' it's not gon' last I, got bad news, bad news, brot'man and I'm gon' stay alive I think y'all want my riches, I empty out on n***as I'm gonna reach the top, Theodore's the crew and we ain't Gon' stop now [Ghostface k**ah] I'm like them '86 Brooklyn n***as f** if I cook coke with n***as Operate over stoves, and I brought Kotex for b**hes Draped out in them goose lick b**hes You f** around and get your whole crew shot at, blaow Dare you to pop back, under cars, cryin' Tryin' to come up out that Eric B. when I cut, twenty three's on a truck Like a dust joint, I'll have your whole hood stuck This is Ghost murder, we movin' like NARCs, go-karts Throwin' Sports Illustrated darts and watch Get the blade whip money, f** your fame to part Depart when you see Starks, duck low f** up a rapper on the regular Blow his f**in' arms off his cellular This is Don Mattingly, Don Baylor, Don King or Don anything A monster, silver back Guerrilla, pa Though I sleep outside the bing [Hook: Solomon Childs] Introducing Staten Island New York, New York, the Theodore Unit (It's yourz) And we bringin' back the Twin Towers We military, puttin' control on you cowards (It's yourz) Introducing Staten Island New York, New York, Toney show 'em how n***as shine (It's yourz) This for the holes in my momma's sock The scene's marked, got them six in a pack for 3.99 (It's yourz) [Ghostface k**ah] Bulletproof goose pillows I'm still alive since the last time I left Tephlon pajama set, truck armor neck neck arm weigh your head Boof an 8 ball, get drunk and paint the whole town red f** a 5-0, hydro and perfume bottles Blow a hole through an avocado, blitzed on the Verrazano Wish that I became a leader, the day this old school n***a Placed a burner in my hand, cause I was very eager Big stories to tell, jail house, rock that Supreme Clientele Bricks we buy and sell, we made it, was on, when fam post bail When they ran up in, near the house, Pops went through hell 2 O'Clock, the Apollo on, no socks, wallo's on Eatin' olives with Vodka, lampin' on plush sofas Big trophies on my wall, double X Moses, Ghost is M.C. Ultra You be suprised by the size of my holster, b**h The reason why I be dissin' y'all n***as is cause y'all 0-for-6 You hero head muthaf**as, I'll expose you quick f** around and get your waffle split Don Muraco when I co*k let the Glock go, Gotham's bridge Feelin' like a bad parent when I dropped those kids Body up your f**in' man just like the Narco's did [Hook] [Outro: Ghostface k**ah (Carlton Fisk)] Yeah, yeah, like I told you (for real man) Muthaf**as, it's me man (tired of n***as tellin' n***as) f** that, it's Theodore (n***as talkin' all flagrant) (Ya'll n***as is f**in' up, son) Let me say somethin', let me say somethin' one time (go head) I'mma bust one of these n***as wigs open one time My banger too big and been starvin' for one of these little punk a** n***as (Yo these n***as like bad children) I'mma start sendin' y'all n***as to the store (Where we from, y'all n***as don't know, f** the rappers, God) Ya'll n***as whole style is chump, straight up and down We them '88 babies, man, on the real man (Ya'll n***as just war story n***as) I'll smack you off stage while you on man (Slap the sh** out of one of y'all n***as) Spit in your girl's mouth, b**h (Shaolin, I f** the b**h up) I wanna bite this f**in' mic, right now (I'm tellin' you...)