Guerilla Black

It's All Right

Guerilla Black


[Lady speaking] 
(Hook) x2 
It'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 

[Verse 1: Guerilla Black] 
Well I'm Guerilla Black, the one they talking about 
Wit a fresh throw way and some dope in my mouth 
Just trying to make a liven 
C-P-T, hard times that's a given 
Flee from the bees, or starve or go to prison 
No not me, I hope that be 
I don't have to sovote the fiens 
I got another plan, I got another plot 
I got some-mo grams, I got another spot 
Where we can put it, pull out the draws and cook it 
I got my enemies all shooken 
On the way I handle the .38 and work the weight 
I got a stash if the search the place 
Move up, or move out the way 
You just stand back and do as I say 
No, you don't need to know hey they call me hustle man 
If you show stop my money 
Watch me touch you man (he he he) 

(Hook) x2 
(Hook 2) x2 
You don't really really want it 
You don't want it 
You don't really really want it 
You don't want it wit us, Nooooooo 
Wit us, Noooooo 

[Verse 2: Guerilla Black] 
It's been a long time 
I shoulda left you, in the ditch half dead 
Fa cause I help you 
I got a nephew, was caller 40cal 
I got five shots that'll slow you down 
Ask around whose compound this 
Drinking slize malt liquor 
Trey pound in the vest (yes sir) 
Lay down in the nest, I got a nice stash 
Get to close watch ya ass see a bright flash 
Aight man, I give you fair warning 
I promise you want breathe, they'll see the morning 
Little cock and squeeze, wit those high lows 
Smoke lots of weed, that's my motto 
I hope you got a good relationship wit Jamaica 
Shoot you in Compton, watch them find you in Jamaica (ha ha ha) 
Double the paper, I'm loving the odds 
Huh, 20 to 1 I'm taken it all dog 

(Hook) x2 
(Hook 2) x2 

[Lady speaking]