WU - House of Flying Daggers

Hehehe, nobody is going to save you now [Inspectah Deck] Yo, 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, trying to lock my source Where I’m from, hear the macs, techs, 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 copped them all Wanna block me? You gots to brawl, tray shots and all Cuz 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 boy [Raekwon] Deep pockets with the eight on me, sleep with the safe in the wall The cameras on with the make-up and all Swap six 45’s, twist reefer in the flicks Poppy whoadie ride, bolt his gun off from know your horse, she lied Fly criteria, bury me in Africa with whips and spears And rough diamonds out of Syria A true don, only I could do wrong Rock fitted hats, get crack money and drive a sick blue joint Retard-less, I’mma blow regardless Resume 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 can see me in the street or the yacht I’d rather be promoting your block or buying fresh sneakers with gwop 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: GZA] x2 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 ...