Every Soldier in the Hood

[Hook: Raekwon]

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

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

[Verse 1: Raekwon]

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

[Hook: Raekwon]

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

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

[Verse 2: Method Man]

Yo, ay, the streets be calling and shit

A lot of veterans be calling it quits

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

[Hook: Raekwon]

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

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