Operation Warface

[Intro: Dom Pachino]

Yeah, just got back...

Tackle these niggas, man

The season's mine, hang it up, nigga

It's Dom P., rocking his jersey hard

Napalm, to the fullest, man

To the fullest, man, Staten Island, man

You heard me? You fucking heard me? Yo

[Dom Pachino]

Catch me easing through the p's slow, P's back, yo

Blowing trees, ease back bro

Keep my pockets on puff, cuz they need that dough

Performer of the year, like I need that show

I could leave a bitch quick, don't need that ho

I'm tracking daily, like these beats need my flow

Check my record, I'm the most active

Stay busy like the New York City night

Describe my music; grimey, gutter my shit; gritty like

Getting paper is the most high, look at me I dress fly

And I drive by in a Series Six, used to be an S5

Baby girl, hop in, do you wanna test drive?

Roll with this rapping cat, so we can get it popping

Sort of like your bra strap, by the way my name is Dom P

And this is what I'm getting that

[Chorus: Dom Pachino]

This is Operation Warface

I bring my soldiers to a huddle and we take over the whole place

Operation Warface

I bring my soldiers to a huddle and we take over the whole place

Operation Warface

I bring my soldiers to a huddle and we take over the whole place

Napalm Team, Napalm Team

[Chapel]

Aiyo, aiyo, as a young man, I think about my major plans

I'm a conquer this land, everybody get ganked

Take a look at my face, I need an eye exam

I got a warface, smash ya'll, Chap's advance

Leave you bloody like a hundred fifty MaxiPads

Best know we raw deal, when the mic in my hands, now

Who the angriest, real deal dangerous

Mark you up brutally, no this ain't painless

Metal in your mouth, I ain't talking bout braces

My team shine amongst these tough stages

Tell you how it is, never asking no favors

Always on point like guns on red lasers

Never could you doubt these, arm fire phases

Majorly I'm printed on the pace, ya'll play strangers

Never did I think I, could write so many bangers

Well, guess what, I proved myself wrong amongst changed

[Chorus]

[Outro: Dom Pachino]

Yo, man, give a shout out, crazy dookie phat shout out, man

To all my soldiers, man, that fuck with Napalm and Dom Pachino

Youknowhatimean? Word up, man, no NLZ-ito, my nigga NLZ, The War Machine

Just Da Barber, my brother, youknowhatimean? Know how we do, man

Yo, Jess The Bandit, that's how we get down, Rockwell, what's up baby?

Chapel, Chapizzy, what the fuck son? You know how we do

Shyheim, Thirstin Howl, Block McCloud, all my niggas that rep hard, yo

Staten Island, yo, Killarmy, Killa Sin locked down, that's how we do

Baby pa, you heard me?

Beretta 9, Shogun the Assason, Islord, uh-huh, uh-huh

That's my team, man, that's how we do it, Napalm is hard

We wrecking shop, all my Brazilian niggas, yo Feda what up?

Fabrizio, Marko, Sacramento, how doing son? Queens

The Boogie Down, yo, Staten Island, Uptown, Harlem

Where you at, yo?