B.P - Hood Guerillas lyrics

[Chorus 2X: 9th Prince] To all the murderers and gangstas, and burglars and cop k**as And drug dealers, we blood spillers We from the Planet of the Apes, bust shots, every night We hood guerillas, aiyo, it's on, for realer [9th Prince] Aiyo, my raps takes toll like when Hurricane 'Trina struck the U.S. Gulf Coast See me on the cover of the New York Post holding my toast Live at the cookout, people getting roast n***as get laid down like Las Vegas hoes You the King of New York? That's a total fabrication Placed upon a nation, n***as is doodoo, I spit voodoo Like I'm Haitian, shorty half Jamaican, half Asian Spent the weekend at the Days Inn, the next day I f**ed her and best friend [Chorus] [9th Prince] Yo, I was never blessed, never call me an overnight success If anything, I slept with the vest on my chest To protect me from the slugfest Now I'm untouchable like Elliott Ness, yes Stay fresh on a homicide quest, c**aine invest FBI wanna frisk me, but I stay clean like Zest In the progress me and the congress Spark with a bad switch in a blue Prada dress I finesse to test, and bag more women then this rhyme got S Release the stress with the progress The detective said I left the crime scene a f**ing mess [Chorus 2X]