Team Napalm - Know Da Name текст песни

[Chorus 2X: all]If you know the name, say it, if you feel it then display itThis is Napalm, nigga, Napalm, niggaIf the streets is watching, and they seeing what we doingThis is Napalm, nigga, Napalm, nigga[Dom Pachino]Yo, I don't wanna hurt nobody, but if I have toYou damn right, I'mma blast dukeAnd ask you, why you made me do this shitCuz your ignorant ass ain't no when to quitOh you unhappy, on some some old gangsta shitPut out and let it spit, and, empty the clipBut umm, I don't wanna catch a bodyAll I came to do is party, on some lodi dodiLodi dodi, and spin off with a hottyKid, I've been here, I ain't gotta prove no pointYou have no wins here, you be disappointedGetting paper ain't paper, you got work, then work itI'm underground but I gotta rise to the surfaceI'm getting money on purpose, I start to see itLike street money ain't worth it, cuz my freedom ain't worth itBut my seed gotta eat, and my ends gotta meetSome how I see how it's worth itDon't make me hurt you on no bullshitCuz if that's the case, you'll definetly see a full clip[Chorus 2X][Chapel]Yo, you'll never see it clear, bitch ass, you need ya glassesYou washed up, rhymes on track, it just clashesHeading down the wrong way, follow on my padThis is so forth, later on, your style be out scanningTeam

Napalm, steady, have you ready like a firearmStrong enough to rip through, materials of tephlonI'm blessed on this earth, with a murderous verseTurn a scene all trash when my words disperseIt's a knowledge for the self, that I'm fiending to searchLivewire be my right hand that guard the turfThink your team look funny like the burners burstWe can do it all day all verse for verseAnd my universal travel down different sights of outskirtsI feel raw chills when I clips insertEmpty out real fast, son, you lay in the dirtThis is Team Napalm, competition get murked, boy[Chorus 2X][Crunch Lo]Yo, catch me, nine to five, a dime for dimeGraduated to the doves, plus I mingle with the thugsOn hot blocks, with hot boys and big gun toysAnd such, mic in my hand, til it erodes and rustDust my shoulder off, cuz I feel like a pimpCreeping in the dark, puffing on a big spliffThis is Crunch Lo-ology, getting money's a part of meNever grinding hard, I mask up for robberiesApologies to my Earth'll turn her sourThe streets got me, ma, enlightened by baby paGhetto Superstar, like I'm Pras and Ol' DirtBitch ass niggas get hit by their skirtFeel my hurt and my pain, on paper I let it rainBlazing off the heat like I playing Max PayneCredit my grain, for making me real roundedStrong as an ox, plus I'm equal well grounded[Chorus 2X]