[Chorus 2X: NLZ] Streets are savage, gotta keep my hand in the chrome Team Napalm, the fire, bring the heat to your dome We in the zone, alone, crush ya audio tones We the last squad standing in the war with the clones
[Dom Pachino] Aiyo, my soul purpose, is to slap ya'll fags Ya'll keep looking at me, like a nigga in drag I leave your face bloody, like a bitch on a rag This is Napalm, for real, ya'll know the deal I love hip hop, plus I, pop the steel I don't talk to bitches, they drop and kneel I slam dunk pussy, like Shaquille O'Neal I don't talk to niggas, that love to squeal If ya, thug for real, then your mug is stale A slug won't affect ya, but this vest will protect ya You'll be layed up in the stretcher, laid out Your team is played out, they thought that about us Before I came out, now they switched up Dom P's a full house, make MC's scatter in dark holes like minch mouse Way too much spice, must be my mom's food I'm old school, nickel plated twenty two In a house party, same time CREAM dropped, then Cash Rule You all show, Napalm Team is all pro We all pro, Team Napalm
[Infinite] New re-up, give me my shit back, that's why I even fuck with you Take the stick, crack and boogie like you supposed to do Yo, you'se a trick stunt, don't ever try to jerk my cash Get you a hot fix, and watch my sisters whoop your ass This is Napalm, Akon funny-faced faggot Millennium, stuck to my hip, it's what it is It's Infinite, caliber shells beside my kicks There go po-po, don't go bro, it's a set-up Won't let 'em, know, though go slow, so keep ya head up In and out the bing, ain't the song I'm try'nna sing I got a flash of judges and cops with diamond rings Son, the street life, the houses, the stock, the finer things I've done burned these curbs, done, pinched those birds I'm a guilty muthafucka, ya honor, son, you heard?
[NLZ] The physical form of a battleship, I make you abandon your script When NLZ became the human art exhibit Exceed your speed limits, I talk like castine gun terbits If it's flammable, then I can burn it, if it bleeds, then I can kill it A product of the environment, with the reflection of a broken mirror I shatter your dreams like Big Pun, no banana clips, and the cavities in my hollow steel lungs I walk through concrete jungles like kingdom come Thug it out, with grym grills and grimmace on false phassads Til they twist, from acting timid, I eark your nerves like dark corners Populated when the sun set, Sun Tzu, my art of war Deadly like wind blades of Gensu, when I come through I bring dirty Jers' to Shaolin, a head toucher Foot soldier, Napalm Iron Palm, brand through your skin I'm like a full force to your chin...
[Outro: Dom Pachino] Team Napalm, knawImean? This muthafuckin' Dom Pachino, knawImean? Introducing Team Napalm, shuttin' niggas down this go around, man Word up, nourishing forever, knowImean? Word up, 2005 shit, bitch