[Intro: Chapel] Team Napalm, Team Napalm, word up Word up, Just Da Barber, Dom Pachino, Crunch Lo NLZ (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 red Run up on your team then splash ya coke heads It's trenchcoat, bungie, and duckin' the feds It's how I get downtown, livin' on the edge The full fledge, thoroughbred, wack MC's dead What word spit, hanging like styles of all dreads So long that word, dressing for combat
[Chorus: Dom Pachino & Chapel] Full metal jack strap, dressed for combat Boots laced up tight, dressed for combat Warpaint smeared on my face, dressed for combat Team Napalm, is dressed for combat
[NLZ] I said I came up from hard times, a local class Talk trash, kings don't flash, the guns blast For yo ass, spread like rash, clear you out And the chalk out, nine, toe tag, the body counts You got a problelm over? The man, I'm addressing And yellin' man down when he tried to express it I don't fuck around if a nigga wanna push me It's no nonsense when the nigga smell pussy
[Dom Pachino] I spit this shit at you like balls in a batting cage I was born uptown, but this is a Staten way I'm the greatest like Cassius Clay, kid, put them gats away You will not win, and this is a fact today I'm a general, you're a private, don't get smacked today I'll get your head cracked early, like it's the crack of it When I rap, you feel the impact, right away To be exact, you get caught on your slack, and I can spray Great balls of fire, no, it's P, Crunch and the Barber NLZ and Chapizzy, mashed up like we're robbers
[Just Da Barber] I roll with the brigade, always keep a deadly swishblade Rock the fade, it's my trade, make you look government made Cut your braids, give that ass a clean shave Make 'em sleep with the wave, peep my style for days My shit lays thirty six ways, after zero I'm tired of these niggas try'nna play superhero I grill 'em like DeNiro, then watch 'em play riddle Al Yankovich, I shank a bitch, still do
[Crunch Lo] I'm for whatever, I'm hungry and can't take it I'm blessed with this gift, my whole aura is sacred Promised to live good, abide by the rules Ya'll dudes is too small to even walk in my shoes I move like Accapoco red, so if a nigga want test, then a nigga want dead Hot lead with this verbal assault, blow through your little vest, with this .45 colt By dude be like \"chill, nah, I wanna do it\" He got a new tool, and he fiending to use it So all ya'll can get it, I protect mines and take yours too Like I'm down with the George Bush crew See, when you get the paper, the hoes catch the vapors Probably escalade, you gotta count your tray eights
