| Brute Force 2Outerspace
|
| Once again, Vinnie P. OS. |
| Louis Dogs. |
| Yeah, my nigga Stoupe
|
| I put work in this game now I’m hurtin this game
|
| Put a skirt on your dame, I’m a squirt up her frame
|
| I’m a worsen the pain with a verse that’s insane
|
| I’m a evil seed so the curse still remains
|
| Sip the henney fuck the rock, tricked Jenny from the block
|
| With my dogs every day it’s good and plenty on the block
|
| Hittin heavy when we rock, aimin steady for the shot
|
| We spaghetti up ya knot if you ain’t ready call the cops
|
| Guerilla warfare when we duct tape civilians
|
| If the money’s hard to earn then we must take they children
|
| Take a shot in the air let ya gun scrape the ceiling
|
| You can ask T dub how we lust hateful feelings
|
| Don’t pass mean mugs if you love to wake for livin
|
| We some classy thugs with a grudge to make millions
|
| We will smash ya mug, won’t budge it take millions
|
| On some band and brother shit with size we quake?
|
| I wanna rock (come on)
|
| Roll (come on)
|
| Ya’ll wanna set it on the block (come on)
|
| Rock (come on)
|
| Roll (come on)
|
| Come one, come on
|
| The End is near, you can taste the ground
|
| We can smell your fear, as the army puts you down
|
| I got two sons a wife and a whip
|
| And I’ll never fuck ya chick that’s a trifling bitch
|
| I rock New era fitted’s and Timbs
|
| And bring ya whole crew terror every time the record spins
|
| Who wanna battle? |
| I’m like an animal in the jungle
|
| Double shots of henney humble still makin crew’s crumble
|
| Let’s get it in, you fraudulent cats are still bitchin
|
| You hate, I bang Jedi and eluded in one sittin
|
| We from space to sun shape after one take
|
| And I’m 100% and that was one of Puns greats
|
| Too much you sweatin and bettin ya life one me
|
| I’m trife homie, even worst with a knife on me, quite raunchy
|
| Heavy weighters, that make it high for heavy papers
|
| If it come hot, if not then fuck it… I ain’t petty hater
|
| Nigga we major, manufacture the wins often
|
| You feel the breeze when I rap think it’s the wind talking
|
| I wanna rock (come on)
|
| Roll (come on)
|
| Ya’ll wanna set it on the block (come on)
|
| Rock (come on)
|
| Roll (come on)
|
| Come one, come on
|
| Test me once, I’ll take you out
|
| You’ll see the truth as the Pharaohs put you down
|
| Snake charmer, equal opportunity hate monger
|
| I hold the weight in my straight left like H. Harver
|
| Vinnie chop ya fuckin head cause his blade sharper
|
| And every rhyme I fuckin spit is a grenade launcher
|
| I’m an insane author, a nonhuman
|
| Who studied the? |
| test from John von Neumann
|
| Something happens in my brain when the guitar strum
|
| Bitin me would be insane cause it scars lungs
|
| These all guns, and I can handle em
|
| You mean as much to me as uncle Sam and them
|
| So I choose not to abuse telepathy
|
| Cause it’s dangerous like the Soviets weaponry
|
| Let’s see whos next to me, burn at the fuckin stake
|
| Then I can throw the faggot urn in the fuckin lake
|
| Give me a fuckin break you know what this is
|
| Pazienza, outerspace cousin metaphysics
|
| I wanna rock (come on)
|
| Roll (come on)
|
| Ya’ll wanna set it on the block (come on)
|
| Rock (come on)
|
| Roll (come on)
|
| Come one, come on
|
| Test me once, I’ll take you out
|
| You’ll see the truth as the Pharaohs put you down
|
| The end is near, you can taste the ground
|
| We can smell your fear as the Army put you down |