Produced By: Godfather Don

[Cormega]
Yo, guerilla war [bad word]  what
Guerilla war [bad word]  what what
Guerilla war [bad word]  what what
Guerilla war [bad word]  what what
Guerilla war [bad word] 
It's on

[Cormega]
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
 [bad word] your overrated, props old decaying
Not known for sprayin', what the [bad word] you sayin'
Your crew fell, you jeal', cuz mine doin' it
Yo quit the jealousy, let's get the felonies
My niggas sellin' keys, your niggas sellin' dreams
Your plans ain't precise, you need better schemes
Cuz yo, I ain't tryin to lose another [bad word] 
And if so enough blood is spilt to fill a river
And I'll part the Red Sea like Moses dad
And smite my enemies despite the penalties
You could live like kings, but die from injuries
You about to be a memory [bad word] (You don't want it!)
I don't hate you, I despise you
I call you [bad word]  cuz it describes you
I know you wish you had a real crew, like I do
Niggas'll send shots and get props like my crew
Look at you [bad word]  you had status, most of that vanished
Y'all niggas has been, addicts, unestablished
What the [bad word] happened? You had the block clickin'
Now you in denial, y'all are finished
You out position, but you [bad word] 
To my niggas with heaters yo, we not feelin' you either, what
You wanna talk violent, but Sig 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 corp remanded
You on the ave with your weak mans frontin'
When you see my [bad word] #39; (You don't want it!)
My [bad word] 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 [bad word]  I'm the pimp, you own Mad Duke's crew
I proved you weak, you ride [bad word] 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 it's changin'
The enemy is rarely a stranger
The treachery in the heart cemented 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
 [bad word] I'm prepared, you don't, want it [bad word]