Raekwon, Method Man - Every Soldier in the Hood lyrics
[Raekwon, Method Man - Every Soldier in the Hood lyrics]
To every soldier in the hood, go in
To every real nigga holding
Keep your ones on folding
Take it from a ninja and scribe, stay alive
Keep rolling, and keep your guns on swollen
Aiyo, joint loaded, Lotus, big chain cobras
Cloth the certain way, notice
My style's new now, with
Generals luau, drugs, guns
Chilling on the cool out, don't
Make me pop you, this is not cool
Guaranteed to give you something that works
You're dumped in the dirt
Shitting up blood, fingers is burnt
Many cycles when you fight in my walls
It's like Michael and the Bulls
See a flying piece of iron, no lying
No fib and no bullshitting
The shines is forbidden
We like Crouching Tiger
You just a fucking kitten
Bout to get that wig re-open
And then smoked in
Bitches is watching, snatch you in the open
Yo twenty-four, seven, we legends, the myth
The riff the gift
Shaolin bounded with more whiff
Clap 'em with them get down boys
We call them the niggas who want it with us
We the belt holders in the business
Yo, ay, the streets be calling and shit
A lot of veterans be calling it quit's
They be calling my flow ill
But still I'm never calling in sick
This is Meth Man
New York niggas calling me piff
Fuck the cops that be calling me Cliff
Flag me down on the Concord
Police dogs all up in my whip
I get cake, women all in mix
They wanna jump in the six
And groupie niggas wanna jump in your flicks
We live the life, Scarfaces and guns
I used to fight for crumbs
Throw an ace, kick the dice and run
Plead your case, you ain't nice as son
I got the drive to win
So where you niggas get your license from?
Bite an ear, Mike Tyson, uh
That means dough and my nose itch
And coke fiends is blowing they noses
My team got cream and you know this
So nigga get yours
Before the door to opportunity closes
To every real nigga holding
Keep your ones on folding
Take it from a ninja and scribe, stay alive
Keep rolling, and keep your guns on swollen
Aiyo, joint loaded, Lotus, big chain cobras
Cloth the certain way, notice
My style's new now, with
Generals luau, drugs, guns
Chilling on the cool out, don't
Make me pop you, this is not cool
Guaranteed to give you something that works
You're dumped in the dirt
Shitting up blood, fingers is burnt
Many cycles when you fight in my walls
It's like Michael and the Bulls
See a flying piece of iron, no lying
No fib and no bullshitting
The shines is forbidden
We like Crouching Tiger
You just a fucking kitten
Bout to get that wig re-open
And then smoked in
Bitches is watching, snatch you in the open
Yo twenty-four, seven, we legends, the myth
The riff the gift
Shaolin bounded with more whiff
Clap 'em with them get down boys
We call them the niggas who want it with us
We the belt holders in the business
Yo, ay, the streets be calling and shit
A lot of veterans be calling it quit's
They be calling my flow ill
But still I'm never calling in sick
This is Meth Man
New York niggas calling me piff
Fuck the cops that be calling me Cliff
Flag me down on the Concord
Police dogs all up in my whip
I get cake, women all in mix
They wanna jump in the six
And groupie niggas wanna jump in your flicks
We live the life, Scarfaces and guns
I used to fight for crumbs
Throw an ace, kick the dice and run
Plead your case, you ain't nice as son
I got the drive to win
So where you niggas get your license from?
Bite an ear, Mike Tyson, uh
That means dough and my nose itch
And coke fiends is blowing they noses
My team got cream and you know this
So nigga get yours
Before the door to opportunity closes