House of Flying Daggers

[Intro: Sample]

"Hahahaha

Nobody is going to save you now!"

[Chorus: 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

F.B.I. wanna watch the force, tryna lock my source

Where I'm from—hear the MAC's, TEC's, Glocks, and 4's

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 make-up and all

Swap six .45's, 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 E's

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

[Chorus: 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 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)

[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!"