[female Black Guerilla Fam member]

What, nigga, Black [censored] Fam

Y'all don't fuckin want it, you heard

Listen up



Bitch either ride or collide with me, this side right

You don't wanna wait 'til the end of the night to step outside wit me

You know the history of the guys with me?  Extortion, kidnappin

Murder in the first, niggaz live to die

Hungry and they bloodthirst, my Dunn guns the worst

We can get it to poppin off like July the 4th

On any day of the month bitch we get it to jump

Black [censored] Fam, my niggaz ain't scared to dump

So what the fuck you want beef for, you squeamish

Start to hyperventilate you see a nigga start to hemorrhage

[censored] Fam don't start shit, we regret the finish

Bitch nigga, we really live this, we mean business

We even got teachers in the school where your kids is

Nannies inside where your cribs is

Beautician doin hair where you Wiz is

Black {*censored*}, secret society bitch

You get found with the fishes



[Kool G Rap]

Aiyyo, who wanna know about the life story, it's like Corle's

Blood all over the nice Mauries

Stutterin bitch, who you know spit more gutter than this?

Smack a nigga with the butt of the fifth

We guerillas and thugs in the midst

Was cold before I flooded the wrist

Big heist shit, blood on the bricks

Bag it up, bubble the strip

One days work, a couple of whips

.. then more than double the chips

Supreme Queens nigga with a BK click

You just a weak fake bitches whatever nigga the heat spray quick

Y'all niggaz can't do shit but peep the gray wrist

CGP in the face of your chick, comin f'real with it

Bring the cattle to the battlefield, we'll still spit it

No matter who the fuck you are, you can still get it

Count that off as a loss, go 'head and peal wit it

Far as your corny-ass click, they gotta deal wit it



[Chorus: Black Guerilla Fam]

We the Black {*censored*} gangsta click (gangsta gangsta)

Put your hands to the streets for this gangsta shit (gangsta gangsta)

You a nigga or a bitch keep it gangsta kid (gangsta gangsta)

Black {*censored*} Fam, you know how these fuckin gangstas get



[male Black Guerilla Fam member]

Aiyyo sex money and drugs, that's my life

Shrimp shooter with the red light, that's my wife

Bitch prism on the late night, that's my type of hustle

Shit make dough, that's my bubble

No one's project beef, that's my struggle

I never been shot - that blood there, that's your puddle

Who the fuck wanna fire at me?

For every shot a nigga shoot, my mac-11 firin three

You got wars, nores, lazy {?}

Et cetera, Black {*censored*} Fam, we bang harder

Bandana Montana streetsweep carver

Shots connect, your bones I disconnect

Bring your skull back home like I bone collect

One year under dirt you'll be bones in bed

Tasmania, Brooklyn - that's my set

Stop screamin out Guerilla 'fore I break yo' neck



[another male member]

I dare anybody play like Laze Mike

Not blaze like half of your block in broad daylight

Take flight to Queens with your fake ice

Pull you out the back of the trunk

and put your face in the brake light

You six deep, so what?  Me I'm by myself

But you know what?  I cut one of y'all real bad

Pops is my pops but my moms my real dad

You runnin round with the same heart that Steel had

I'm the best, I don't give a fuck who said so

Have you dopefiend like Lazy, let go

Don't get your head gassed off my nice chain, word to my mother

I done lost half your life in a dice game

I don't brag shit, I'm a hustler; I don't wanna be seen

I want the green the fame shit is for suckers

I'm a Guerilla, so it ain't nuttin to touch ya

Bitch nigga recognize that or learn to suffer



[Chorus x3]