[Intro: Dom Pachino] Yeah, yeah, Napalm, Napalm, Napalm, Napalm Knowhatimsaying? Coming for that dough, nigga, yo
[Dom Pachino] When I kick in the door, wave in the four-four All I wanna know is where ya'll niggas keep the raw Where ya'll keep it, in the floor, or ya'll keep it in the wall All I know you keep enough of it, I'm bout to run a store Pass it off to my soldiers, then I'm out on tour Tearing roofs off hip hop, strictly hardcore Is the Team that'll run through towns, lock shit down Fucked every bitch around, that's how we get down That's great promotion, for this rap shit, great devotion Rub it on your skin like lotion, bitch I'm approaching, rich, you a spokesman, you snitch
[Chorus: Dom Pachino] I know that dough's in here I know that blow's in here I can smell it, you gon' tell it But you gon' get it, I'm so sincere
[Dom Pachino] When I kick in doors, like Biggie, wave the mack milly Silly son, wash that shit, a slug just missed me Don't piss me off, I lay down the bluleprint lovely If it, go disaccordingly, it's gon' get ugly Got, big guns in here, the size of bazookas Got my, niggas outside, they dying to shoot cha Cuz you fucked up all my money, ain't a, damn thing funny Told ya ass once before, don't take nothing from me
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[Outro: Dom Pachino] It's Napalm, kid... the new generation, word up Napalm Recordings, kid... it's the label You talking to the fucking CEO, nigga Word up... militant for life
