| We were on a mission
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| Trying to go gun somebody down
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| I got like three feet behind him
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| And I guess he felt somebody behind him
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| And when he flinched to look back I shot him
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| I shot him right in the face
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| I seen his whole jaw just, fly
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| Just his teeth were on the sidewalk
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| Yo, a-yo, it’s Deni, Staten Island, slang therapist
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| Local gemologist, back like Apollo Kids
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| Brutal, stir a nigga brain like a cup of noodle
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| Tony Picasso didn’t shit, but a little doodle
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| Goo-goo face, keep new boo laced
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| Screaming out, «More bass», spazzing on tour dates
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| Ding donging bitches flicking they pussy lips
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| French vanilla butter pecan, I call 'em sugar tits
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| Palming they ass, one finger in the stinker
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| Forty pound herringbone chain without a kinker
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| Minger, my fur got stashed by some chambers
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| Barracuda grip, big stones is in my banger
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| El Chapo, guns more rockier than mountain
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| Stopped the James Bond van and piss in the fountains
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| We out
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| The only motherfucker that’s thought of like he a mystical
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| It’s criminal, the way that he slaughter all of the physical
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| Horror is not predictable, honor is not a ritual
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| It’s Hell up in Harlem when they shot him in 1962
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| The nine is lifting you to a higher body, celestial
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| The pistol do the damage, no matter what the medicinal
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| Hiding behind municipal, got inside the invincible
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| I tried to find a rhyme that can silence the higher sentinel
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| You added to the violence, the violence is my monopoly
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| Feed 'em to the assassin, then smash 'em like he was pottery
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| Slash 'em with the isosceles, haram passed me the Wallabees
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| I’ll take the Glock and flee after robbing 'em like democracy
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| How could you be honoring the fallen father, the harbinger
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| The foreigner of everything, holy call me the conqueror
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| The room darkener, I’m the toolie toter, the carpenter
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| The God philosopher, it’s the holy mountain, the sorcerer
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| Muerte |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Herringbone , by - Vinnie Paz. Song from the album The Cornerstone of the Corner Store, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп