Raekwon — House of Flying Daggers

[Intro: Sample] "Hahahaha. Nobody is going to save you now! [Hook: Raekwon & GZA] 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 [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] 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 FBI wanna watch the force, tryna lock my source Where I'm from—hear the macs, Tecs, 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 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 [Verse 2: Raekwon] Deep pockets with the eight on me, sleep with the safe in the wall The camo's on with the makeup 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 niggas 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 [Hook: Raekwon & GZA] 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 [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] 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 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 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) [Verse 4: Method Man] Man, y'all niggas 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 nigga goes to war What you think I brought these soldiers for? To send shots like forget-me-nots at any nigga Respect, bitch, that figure they gon' get me got [Outro: Sample] "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!"