Erick Sermon - Every Soldier in the Hood lyrics

[Hook: Raekwon] To every soldier in the hood, go in To every real n***a 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, d**, 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 sh**ting 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 bullsh**ting, the shines is forbidden We like Crouching Tiger, you just a f**ing kitten Bout to get that wig re-open and then smoked in b**hes 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 n***as Who want it with us, we the belt holders in the business [Hook] [Verse 2: Method Man] Yo, ay, the streets be calling and sh** 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 n***as calling me piff f** 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 n***a get yours, before the door to opportunity closes [Hook]