house of flying daggers

Intro chinese sample
Inspectah
DeckHehehehe, nobody is going to save you now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo
Inspectah
DeckI pop off like a mobster boss
Angel hair with the lobster sauce, summertime cant top the scorch
Check my hot broad,
I dropped the
PorscheFBI wanna watch the force, trying to lock my source
Where Im from, hear the macs, techs, glocks and fours
Hide the safe, nigga, lock the doors
No respect for the cops and laws
In the land where your own blood brother still plot for yours
Seen things thatll drop your jaw
My soldiers got dropped in war, see the mural on the project wall?
Wont stop til
I copped them all
Wanna block me?
You gots to brawl, tray shots and all
Cuz I aint on the clock for talk
The Spot Rusher, blow down the spot for sure
Still break off the block with raw, my stock is more
The General, watch your board
Raekwon:Deep pockets with the eight on me, sleep with the safe in the wall
The cameras on with the make-up and all
Swap six 45s, twist reefer in the flicks, papi whoadie ride
Bolt his gun off, from know your horse, she lied
Fly criteria, bury me in
AfricaWith whips and spears, and rough diamonds out of
SyriaA true don, only
I could do wrong
Rock fitted hats, get crack money and drive a sick blue joint
Retard-less,
Imma blow regardless
Resume is straight up live,
I shank niggas up for larger
EsAnd speak with the youth in the spot, eat the fresh fruit in the crop
All these hip hoppers eat cock
You can see me in the street or the yacht
Id rather be promoting your block or buying fresh sneakers with gwops
Yo, Im an ill dude, always been a real dude
Dont fuck around,
I will spill on you and kill you in the field, boo
Chorus :GZ
ASoldiers in the front, let the heat pump
Troops on the left , fight to the death
Fam on the right, infrared lights
Wolves in the back, ready to attack, for what
Ghostface
KillahLeather jackets on, rocked up rock stars
Treacherous bank robbers , the plan gold up, we pop guards
The team gotta eat, seeds is hungry, thats why we aint scared
To dump on niggas, our guns is chunky
Usually we bust niggas down with bats, swell up they joints
Elbow, wrists, they shins get cracked
We still humiliate, brutalize,
Ruger pop, pulverize
Still got gear in the closet, thats stupid live
From Benetton rugby skullies ,
Oshkosh conductor jumpers
The train hats fit me lovely
Rae job is to make sure the coke is fluffy
While I politic his birthday bash with
PuffyBagged
Nia soon as
I linked up, the kid aint inked up
Im an old mummy, my gold weigh as much as
King Tut (yeah, yeah)
Slippers, robes is minked up, under the doorag, bro (uh, yo, yo)
My three dimensional fade is clean cut
Method Man
Man, ya niggas aint shit to us, still a pistol bust
Split your melon like
I split the
DutchGot a lot of piff to puff, and
I aint come for fisticuffs
Or for the cop that wanna clip the cuffs
Man, is Staten in this bitch or what, dont get it twisted, we
Twist it up and even mixed with dust
See these fans cant resist the rush, they
Wu-Tang for life
Scarred for life, they cant forget the cuts
Got a whole line of classic joints, and while you at it
Pass the joint, lets push this music past the point
Of no return, til they crash and burn, down the ashes
Then placed inside
Ol Dirty
Bastards urn
When its my time to go, for sure, ya nigga goes to war
What you think
I brought these soldiers for?
To send shot like forget me not, at any nigga
Respect, bitch, that figure they gon get me got
Chinese Sample
Hehe , your basic kung fu is no good
You cant move fast enough
And you dont have enough strength
And your body movements are like a string climb
Its too easy for me to trip you up( fighting)
Hehehe, hows it feel, huh?
Its no fair,
Im afraid my back is broken
Hahaha, you still got a lot to learn