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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Inspectah Deck
Inspectah Deck
Musician
Raekwon
Raekwon
Performer
Method Man
Method Man
Musician
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Hunter
Jason Hunter
Composer
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Composer
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Composer
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
Composer
James Dewitt Yancey
James Dewitt Yancey
Composer
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Lyrics

"Hahahaha
Nobody is going to save you now!"
Soldiers 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!
Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump
I pop off like a mobster boss, angel hair with the lobster sauce
Summertime, can't top the scorch
Check my hot broad, I dropped the Porsche
F.B.I. wanna watch the force, tryna lock my source
Where I'm from—hear the MACs, TECs, Glocks, and 4's
Hide the safe, ****, lock the doors
No respect for the cops and laws
In the land where your own blood brother still plot for yours
Seen things that'll drop your jaw
My soldiers got dropped in war, see the mural on the project wall?
Won't stop 'til I cop them all
Wanna block me? You gots to brawl, trade shots and all
'Cause I ain't 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
Deep pockets with the eight on me, sleep with the safe in the wall
The camo's on, with the make-up and all
Swap six .45s, twist reefer in the flicks
Pop your whoadie, ride
Bolt his gun off, from know your whore, she lied
Fly criteria, bury me in Africa
With whips and spears and rough diamonds out of Syria
True don, only I could do wrong
Rock fitted hats, get crack money and drive a sick blue joint
Retard-less, I'ma blow regardless
Résumé is straight up live, I shank **** up for larger Es
And speak with the youth in the spot
Eat the fresh fruit in the crop; all these hip-hoppers eat cock
You could see me in the street or the yacht
I'd rather be promoting your block
Or buying fresh sneakers with guaps
Yo, I'm an ill dude, always been a real dude
Don't fuck around, I will spill on you and kill you in the field, boo
Soldiers 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
Soldiers 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
Leather jackets on rocked-up rockstars
Treacherous bank robbers, the plan go dub, we pop guards
The team gotta eat, seeds is hungry
That's why we ain't scared to dump on ****, our guns is chunky
Usually we bust **** down with bats, swell up their joints
Elbow, wrists, they shins get cracked
We still humiliate, brutalize, Ruger pop, pulverize
Still got gear in the closet that's 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 politick his birthday bash with Puffy
Bag me as soon as I linked up, the kid ain't inked up
I'm an old mummy, my gold weigh as much as King Tut
Slippers, robes is minked up (Yeah, ugh)
Under the do-rag, bro, my three-dimensional fade is clean-cut (Yo, yo)
Man, y'all **** ain't shit to us, still a pistol bust
Split your melon like I split the Dutch (Yeah)
Got a lot of piff to puff, and I ain't come for fisticuffs (Pffff)
Or for the cop that wanna clip the cuffs
Man, is Staten in this bitch or what?
Don't get it twisted, we twist it up and even mix with dust
See, these fans can't resist the rush, they Wu-Tang for life
Scarred for life, they can't forget the cuts
Got a whole line of classic joints – and while you at it, pass the joint
Let's push this music past the point
Of no return, 'til it crash and burn
Down the ashes, then placed inside Ol' Dirty Bastard's urn
When it's my time to go, for sure, your **** goes to war
What you think I brought these soldiers for?
To send shots like forget-me-nots
At any ****, respect, bitch, that figure they gon' get me got
"Haha, your basic kung fu's no good
You can't move fast enough!
And you don't have enough strength!
And your body movements are like a street fighter!
It's too easy for me to trip you up!"
"Hahaha, how's it feel, eh?"
"Ah, it's broken! I feel my back's broken!"
"Haha, you've still got a lot to learn!"
Written by: Clifford Smith, Corey Woods, Dennis Coles, James Dewitt Yancey, Jason Hunter

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