Chapel - Operation Warface lyrics

[Intro: Dom Pachino] Yeah, just got back... Tackle these n***as, man The season's mine, hang it up, n***a It's Dom P., rocking his jersey hard Napalm, to the fullest, man To the fullest, man, Staten Island, man You heard me? You f**ing heard me? Yo [Dom Pachino] Catch me easing through the p's slow, P's back, yo Blowing trees, ease back bro Keep my pockets on puff, cuz they need that dough Performer of the year, like I need that show I could leave a b**h quick, don't need that ho I'm tracking daily, like these beats need my flow Check my record, I'm the most active Stay busy like the New York City night Describe my music; grimey, gutter my sh**; gritty like Getting paper is the most high, look at me I dress fly And I drive by in a Series Six, used to be an S5 Baby girl, hop in, do you wanna test drive? Roll with this rapping cat, so we can get it popping Sort of like your bra strap, by the way my name is Dom P And this is what I'm getting that [Chorus: Dom Pachino] This is Operation Warface I bring my soldiers to a huddle and we take over the whole place Operation Warface I bring my soldiers to a huddle and we take over the whole place Operation Warface I bring my soldiers to a huddle and we take over the whole place Napalm Team, Napalm Team [Chapel] Aiyo, aiyo, as a young man, I think about my major plans I'm a conquer this land, everybody get ganked Take a look at my face, I need an eye exam I got a warface, smash ya'll, Chap's advance Leave you bloody like a hundred fifty MaxiPads Best know we raw deal, when the mic in my hands, now Who the angriest, real deal dangerous Mark you up brutally, no this ain't painless Metal in your mouth, I ain't talking bout braces My team shine amongst these tough stages Tell you how it is, never asking no favors Always on point like guns on red lasers Never could you doubt these, arm fire phases Majorly I'm printed on the pace, ya'll play strangers Never did I think I, could write so many bangers Well, guess what, I proved myself wrong amongst changed [Chorus] [Outro: Dom Pachino] Yo, man, give a shout out, crazy dookie phat shout out, man To all my soldiers, man, that f** with Napalm and Dom Pachino Youknowhatimean? Word up, man, no NLZ-ito, my n***a NLZ, The War Machine Just Da Barber, my brother, youknowhatimean? Know how we do, man Yo, Jess The Bandit, that's how we get down, Rockwell, what's up baby? Chapel, Chapizzy, what the f** son? You know how we do Shyheim, Thirstin Howl, Block McCloud, all my n***as that rep hard, yo Staten Island, yo, k**army, k**a Sin locked down, that's how we do Baby pa, you heard me? Beretta 9, Shogun the Assason, Islord, uh-huh, uh-huh That's my team, man, that's how we do it, Napalm is hard We wrecking shop, all my Brazilian n***as, yo Feda what up? Fabrizio, Marko, Sacramento, how doing son? Queens The Boogie Down, yo, Staten Island, Uptown, Harlem Where you at, yo?