| Ain’t nothing fucking with Ag and Pistol Paz
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| 'Bout to spaz with the bars like Alcatraz
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| Word to Sean, 'bout to kick a bone up out your ass
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| The rap shit could do better off without your ass
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| I’m not a rap fan, but I smoke the Afghan
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| Stand like the last man, cats need a CAT scan
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| Brain need a transplant, stupid fuck, hashtag
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| You the type to wash your face with an ass rag
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| Kill cockroach rappers like a black flag
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| What make Ag mad is bombs in Baghdad
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| Put your soul on ice too, Ras Kass
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| It ain’t funny when Ag with the last laugh
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| You eat bath salts, I do salt baths
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| Psycho flow rap, all you do is talk trash
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| Raw perico, black from Puerto Rico
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| Popping large, big shout from the east coast
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| Turn me all the way up, high as fuck
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| The industry not high enough
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| You eye in eye with the higher you, but there ain’t no «I» in «Us»
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| See, Hov one of my favorites, I ain’t trying to bust
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| Same way I’m unsigned, guess I ain’t try enough
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| Vinnie stalk you like an Audi coming, Maserati
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| Body something, I’m dutching the lobby
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| Probably with shotties busting
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| You hot like oil, then Ag’ll roast you, you get shot like photos
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| Heavy metal Glock in my photo, nigga, we’ll rock and roll you
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| Off the bridge, you don’t want no drama
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| I’mma catch you in the Bahamas and put your brain on your baby mama
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| Now we can talk about mills when I’m finished
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| Hennessy was a popular drink and it still is
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| I’m 'bout to turn these faggot niggas into mannequins
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| It don’t even matter why I’m mad again
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| Kill him at the Vatican
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| He a square? |
| Kill him at the Madison Garden
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| Like a motherfucking Spartan cause I’m panicking
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| Nigga
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| A muhfucker stupid if he think life fair
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| See, waking from a dream and seeing me is a nightmare
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| The chopper gon' lift this dummy out of his Nike Airs
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| Muhfucker see black mirrors and white bears
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| You see this is life here, take this advice here
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| You witnessing the second crucifixion of Christ here
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| I’m 'bout to catch a homi when I dim all the lights here
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| The bullets travel fast, but it feel like a light year
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| I came straight from Hell with a pitch black force
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| With a black pitch fork and a pitch black Porsche
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| Yous a baby food dude and your shit’s that soft
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| I’m the bang, bang, body bag, click-clack boss
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| It’s dark here, Philly don’t bother with street lights
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| McLaren F1's move faster than street bikes
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| It’s peace till the OG, give me the green light
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| I slap the ghost out of anybody that breathe hype |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Alcapurrias , by - Vinnie Paz. Song from the album The Cornerstone of the Corner Store, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп