Team Napalm - Dressed 4 Combat lyrics
rate me[Intro: Chapel]Team Napalm, Team Napalm, word upWord up, Just Da Barber, Dom Pachino, Crunch LoNLZ (P.R. Terrorist), the War Machine, Chapel, here we go, yo[Chapel]When I blast this mic, it's gon' need paramed'It's code red, crazy ass, Chapito redRun up on your team then splash ya coke headsIt's trenchcoat, bungie, and duckin' the fedsIt's how I get downtown, livin' on the edgeThe full fledge, thoroughbred, wack MC's deadWhat word spit, hanging like styles of all dreadsSo long that word, dressing for combat[Chorus: Dom Pachino & Chapel]Full metal jack strap, dressed for combatBoots laced up tight, dressed for combatWarpaint smeared on my face, dressed for combatTeam Napalm, is dressed for combat[NLZ]I said I came up from hard times, a local classTalk trash, kings don't flash, the guns blastFor yo ass, spread like rash, clear you outAnd the chalk out, nine, toe tag, the body countsYou got a problelm over? The man, I'm addressingAnd yellin' man down when he tried to express itI don't fuck around if a nigga wanna push meIt's no nonsense when the nigga smell pussy[Dom Pachino]I spit this shit at you like balls in a batting cageI was born uptown, but this is a Staten wayI'm the greatest like Cassius Clay, kid, put them gats awayYou will not win, and this is a fact todayI'm a general, you're a private, don't get smacked todayI'll get your head cracked early, like it's the crack of itWhen I rap, you feel the impact, right awayTo be exact, you get caught on your slack, and I can sprayGreat balls of fire, no, it's P, Crunch and the BarberNLZ and Chapizzy, mashed up like we're robbers[Just Da Barber]I roll with the brigade, always keep a deadly swishbladeRock the fade, it's my trade, make you look government madeCut your braids, give that ass a clean shaveMake 'em sleep with the wave, peep my style for daysMy shit lays thirty six ways, after zeroI'm tired of these niggas try'nna play superheroI grill 'em like DeNiro, then watch 'em play riddleAl Yankovich, I shank a bitch, still do[Crunch Lo]I'm for whatever, I'm hungry and can't take itI'm blessed with this gift, my whole aura is sacredPromised to live good, abide by the rulesYa'll dudes is too small to even walk in my shoesI move like Accapoco red, so if a nigga want test, then a nigga want deadHot lead with this verbal assault, blow through your little vest, with this .45 coltBy dude be like "chill, nah, I wanna do it"He got a new tool, and he fiending to use itSo all ya'll can get it, I protect mines and take yours tooLike I'm down with the George Bush crewSee, when you get the paper, the hoes catch the vaporsProbably escalade, you gotta count your tray eights[Chorus]
