Hood Guerillas - 9th Prince

To all the murderers and gangstas, and burglars and cop killas

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

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

Niggas get laid down like Las Vegas hoes

You the King of New York?

That’s a total fabrication

Placed upon a nation, niggas 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 fucked her and best friend

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, cocaine 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 fucking mess