Every Soldier In The Hood Lyrics - Shaolin Vs Wu-tang - Raekwon

Yo, yo, yo, yo 

This is for homies and fools, man 

Don't stand over there 

Shaolin over here and I hear 

Chill, chill, chill, police man 

To every soldier in the hood, go in 

To every real nigga holding, keep your ones on folding 

Take it from a ninja in scribes, stay alive 

Keep rolling and keep your guns on swollen 

To every soldier in the hood, go in 

To every real nigga holding, keep your ones on folding 

Take it from a ninja in scribes, stay alive 

Keep rolling and keep your guns on swollen 

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Aiyo, joint loaded, Lotus, big chain cobras 

Clothe the certain way, notice 

My style's new now, with generals Luau 

Drugs, guns, chilling on the cool out 

Don't make me pop you, this is not cool 

Guaranteed to give you something that works, your dump in the dirt 

Shitting 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 bullshitting, the shines is forbidden 

We like Crouching Tiger, you just a fucking kitten 

'Bout to get that wig re-open and then smoked in 

Bitches is watching, snatch you in the open, yo 

Twenty-four, seven, we legends, the myth, the riff, the gift 

Shaolin bounded with more wiff 

Clap 'em with them get down boys, we call them, them niggas 

Who want it with us, we the belt holders in the business 

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To every soldier in the hood, go in 

To every real nigga holding, keep your ones on folding 

Take it from a ninja in scribes, stay alive 

Keep rolling and keep your guns on swollen 

To every soldier in the hood, go in 

To every real nigga holding, keep your ones on folding 

Take it from a ninja in scribes, stay alive 

Keep rolling and keep your guns on swollen 

(Yeah ah, man) 

Ay, the streets be calling and shit 

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 niggas calling me piff 

Fuck 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 my mix, they wanna jump in the six 

And groupie niggas wanna jump in your flicks 

We live the life, Starfaces and guns, I used to fight for crumbs 

Throw a ace, kick the dice and run 

Plead your case, you ain't nice as son, I got the drive to win 

So where you niggas get your license from? 

Bite a 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 nigga get yours, before the door to opportunity closes 

To every soldier in the hood, go in 

To every real nigga holding, keep your ones on folding 

Take it from a ninja in scribes, stay alive 

Keep rolling and keep your guns on swollen 

To every soldier in the hood, go in 

To every real nigga holding, keep your ones on folding 

Take it from a ninja in scribes, stay alive 

Keep rolling and keep your guns on swollen