[Chorus: PC Tweezie]
I come from the jungle where the youngsters don't survive
So when it's up we grab them sticks and we gon' ride
Murder on my mind, in camouflage, I'm slangin' iron
Hundred rounds so it ain't safe for you to hide, it's do or die
Guerrilla warfare, warfare
Guerrilla warfare, warfare
It's gon' be guerrilla warfare, warfare
Guerrilla warfare, warfare

[Verse 1: PC Tweezie]
Traumatized, been a problem child since a juvenile
Graduated from that thirty-eight, I got an Uzi now
Talkin' out your top and you can lose it now, cool it down
Caught him at his house, he lookin' stupid now
They told me I'm four hundred degrees, I feel like Juvenile
Put money on your head and rap about it, bitch I'm Boosie now
My principal expelled me from school but she a groupie now
Years later, few months after givin' me coochie now
But fuck that, you know I'm steppin' like a dancer
And I know it sound stupid but I'm itchin' for some cancer
Last n***a play with me, I had to set a good example
One phone call will get your ass canceled pussy, what up

[Chorus: PC Tweezie]
I come from the jungle where the youngsters don't survive
So when it's up we grab them sticks and we gon' ride
Murder on my mind, in camouflage, I'm slangin' iron
Hundred rounds so it ain't safe for you to hide, it's do or die
Guerrilla warfare, warfare
Guerrilla warfare, warfare
It's gon' be guerrilla warfare, warfare
Guerrilla warfare, warfare