Artist: Shyheim f/ Carlton Fisk, La Banga Album: n/a Song: Killa Guerillas Typed by Davida.b. [Intro: La Banga (Carlton Fisk)] Blaat, Liveson (Scoob Doo), Live gngstas [Choruse: La Banga & Carlton Fisk] Everbodies a killa, ain't nobody killin nothin Er'bodies guerilla, ain't banana clippin nothin That's why I get the feeling that everybody's frontin Cuz if everybody wasn't, why isn't everyone bustin [Carlton Fisk] It's a jungle, I got animal ways Wolf pack, bubble a haze House Gang, we out the cage Hear that *click click*, next nigga pop the gauge Bout a paper and a jump shot, he not afraid Cops are raid, cameras got the block displayed Gettin money, hittin strips, keep it hot for days Only message being sent when I part your waves Moses at the Red Sea, start to pray Life you save could be your own, but not today Niggas out here seem to have alot to say Fronting for nothin till them shots pop your way Round here the weather year round, hot all day Just another nigga I had to mash out the way Somethin for nothin, now niggas got to pay Silence the revolver nigga, not a glock today Fuck around, House Gang, and I'm out your way, what! [Chorus] [Shyheim] I'm street intelligent Puffin' that drink with Lazanet, that get an elephant Get out of line, like a little kid colorin' I body your ass, then bury your ass, then dig you Back the fuck up, and shoot up your skeletons For talkin' all that jazz, like you Duke Ellington I melt your skin, like the sun do, people with no melennin Shy, the 21st Century Crisis, spittin' shit And piss on rappers, like they C.O.'s on Riker's Death arrive, the last face you'll ever see is Shy's And my hand's wrapped around more necks than Armani ties Came through in the M-5, tinted and kitted The color of spinach, with Monica and Mya in it I inspired, The Boy Is Mine Remix And the begets on my wrists be the size of Cheez-It's I've been gettin' it, ever since I could remember That's why I post a million dollar bail like Baretta I crush your mic, I crush your mic twice I move like Saddam, I got twenty look-a-likes Wear twenty different color Nike's I'm like Ghost, I keep a bird on my arm flooded with ice [Chorus] [La Banga] Ayo I'm tryin to be a better partner Ayo I'm tryin to be a better father, So I just work harder Patience can't go farther, I'm trying hard not to work with a revolver I'm tryin to work with these offers, trying to keep the Jake off us In the long run, hand to hands cost us Just cuz of the purchase of the custee Make us lack somethin, get rusty Just gather your bread, secret indicments is comin ahead And hope to get lucky, I know I'm a hot commottity And these niggas will help the jake hunt me I ain't prayin, nope they can't just punk me More the Predator type By assaulting me, you only gettin me hype And energy to show my animal rights If I ain't feelin alright, be on your p's, cuz I'm bringin the pipe SOS, so shoot on sight You got heat? Let's start lighting the light If you don't you that weak when you living this life This shit is actualy, what we kickin is tight It's mixed with truth, low & personal gripes I'm hurting you right, diggin into your personal life House Gang!