| Yeah
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| One, two, pack pistol Pazienza
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| Yo, Stoupe, yeah yeah this shit’s crazy
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| Yeah
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| He ain’t gonna act right
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| He ain’t got a one two
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| Murder, murder gunplay
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| All these killers hunt you
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| No honor amongst thieves 'round here
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| Sniff OC’s and dope d’s 'round here
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| It’s no honor amongst thieves
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| You should’ve knew he was foul
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| Ain’t no beating me you dummies should’ve threw in the towel
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| And if I owe you, Vinnie threw in the vow
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| And these pistols gonna blow like we do in the trap
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| Listen, I saw son name scribbled on the document
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| Disembodied Nephilim aboriginal occupant
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| The witchcraft watches an indivisible monument
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| Nebuchadnezzar, the prophetic vision of Solomon
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| A real thin line between the Wesson and the sword
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| Pistol gang Pazzy have you questioning the lord
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| You backwards motherfuckers wrestling with fraud
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| Recording in the bedroom the best you can afford
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| There’s sneaker boxes but there ain’t no shoes up in the box
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| The rap Paul Bunyan, Vinnie moving with an ox
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| Pistolero Pazzy gonna be shooting at an ock
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| The 50 cal Barret lift a loser out his socks
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| He ain’t gonna act right
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| He ain’t got a one two
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| Murder, murder gunplay
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| All these killers hunt you
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| No honor amongst thieves 'round here
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| Sniff oc’s and dope d’s 'round here
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| He ain’t gonna act right
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| He ain’t got a one two
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| Murder, murder gunplay
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| All these killers hunt you
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| We cut coke and sell jums round here
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| We push dope and tote guns round here
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| I ain’t fucking with you money I’m just grinding through the gristle
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| I kept my eyes peeled because I’m riding with a whistle
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| Fiocchi hollow points, they just colliding with the tissue
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| The makti and Gaadafi were providing me with missiles
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| This dirty motherfucker always cooking me the pies
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| The same motherfucker couldn’t look me in the eyes
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| I know the fucking D’s gonna book me if he dies
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| His head got popped boy, you shouldn’t be surprised
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| You got shooters? |
| I got shooters, we can do the thing
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| Once they see the guns they gonna be talking like they Pootie Tang
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| Bullets coming back at motherfuckers like a boomerang
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| They knock me on some stupid shit and have me doing two in chains
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| Did a lot of talking when the powder on his man
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| There’s burn marks and gunpowder on my hand
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| What type of shit is that? |
| That’s the move a sucker make
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| You don’t wanna scrap I’ll take you out like it’s a fuckin' date
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| He ain’t gonna act right
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| He ain’t got a one two
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| Murder, murder gunplay
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| All these killers hunt you
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| No honor amongst thieves 'round here
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| Sniff oc’s and dope d’s 'round here
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| He ain’t gonna act right
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| He ain’t got a one two
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| Murder, murder gunplay
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| All these killers hunt you
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| We cut coke and sell jums round here
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| We push dope and tote guns round here
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| Yeah, pack pistol Pazzy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hell's Henchman , by - Jedi Mind Tricks. Song from the album The Bridge and the Abyss, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп