Intro chinese sample   Inspectah Deck   Hehehehe, nobody is going to save you now   Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo      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   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 board      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, papi 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 gwops   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   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      Ghostface Killah   Leather jackets on, rocked up rock stars   Treacherous bank robbers, the plan gold up, 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 they 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 politic his birthday bash with Puffy   Bagged Nia soon as I linked up, the kid ain't inked up   I'm an old mummy, my gold weigh as much as King Tut (yeah, yeah)   Slippers, robes is minked up, under the doorag, bro (uh, yo, yo)   My three dimensional fade is clean cut      Method Man   Man, ya niggas ain't shit to us, still a pistol bust   Split your melon like I split the Dutch   Got a lot of piff to puff, and I ain't come for fisticuffs   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 mixed 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 they crash and burn, down the ashes   Then placed inside Ol' Dirty Bastard's urn   When it's my time to go, for sure, ya nigga goes to war   What you think I brought these soldiers for?   To send shot like forget me not, at any nigga   Respect, bitch, that figure they gon' get me got      Chinese Sample   Hehe, your basic kung fu is no good   You can't move fast enough   And you don't have enough strength   And your body movements are like a string climb   It's too easy for me to trip you up   (fighting)   Hehehe, how's it feel, huh?   It's no fair, I'm afraid my back is broken   Hahaha, you still got a lot to learn