Guerillas Ain't Gangstas - Da Lench Mob

[Ice Cube] 
Can you say guerilla.. motherfucker?? (2X) 
[J Dee] 
Well aww shit  god damn  here I go flippin the script 
The brand new 1993 fat guerilla shit 
All you rooty poot  nickel plated punk ass bustaz 
You flossin on the Mob it's mandatory that we buck ya 
How ever could you call us gangstas  you little prankster (bitch) 
You analyzed it wrong so now it's time for me to bank ya 
Street politicians on a mission and I'm wishin 
to clear the rumor up because my niggaz, keep bitchin 
about the little story that you print, witcha ink 
I never ever bit my tongue, your shit stinks 
Bust a cracker into two or, I shake you to the sewer 
I gaffle yo' ass up and make it stink like manure 
So if you wanna print it, print it right, you sucker 
Cause we, can all be some fightin motherfuckers 
And if you disrespect me I'ma bank ya 
Peace to Spice 1, but guerillas ain't gangstas, yeah 
[Ice Cube] 
One two three I'm a G 
As in guerilla, see I'm a KILLA 
One two three I'm a G 
As in guerilla, see I'm a KILLA 
Break em off somethin.. he heh 
[T-Bone] 
Here I go, flippin the tongue, I'm not the diggedy dun 
It's the L period, M.O.B. and that's where I'm from 
Had the twenty-two, pulled over, gets popped 
Now my rose with the glock in the new stash spot 
J-Dee kicked the habit and he still smoke blunts 
Shorty got the O with the monster bumps 
So here I go or can I go on the fat track 
Cause I'm still much black, hittin devils with the bat 
So where's the pen and pad, don't even try to trip 
No diss to no G's, ain't on that tip 
Guerillas out the jungle but we still in the mist 
Buck the devil, buck the devil, boom with the black fist