| Vinnie Paz
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| My guns are bigger than a baby’s arm
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| With Agent Orange like I was raised in ‘Nam
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| The bullets stay inside your brain like it’s your favorite song
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| I don’t give a fuck who they hitting, they can graze your mom
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| I load the motherfucking clip in, they like baby bombs
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| I see it as something beautiful when the metal fly
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| Around the way call me Lucifer, a hell of a guy
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| I’m a motherfucking veteran I’m telling you why
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| Beat his head until there’s red in them I’m letting 'em die
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| City of brotherly thugs, the home of filthy living
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| You ain’t fucking around with Vinnie, Percee, and Guilty Simpson
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| Unless you wanna be the target that we dump the clip in
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| I do the shit during the day, I like the gun to glisten
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| You a backwards motherfucker you run prison
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| You think that being locked with males in jail’s a fun position
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| You should kill yourself rapper and be stuck in the earth
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| To be honest ain’t no rapper that can fuck with you first
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| For the cats in the hood with a rep
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| Hustle through the AM when most men slept
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| In the waistline where the roscoe’s kept
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| I’m on the edge nigga watch yo' step
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| I’m on the edge nigga watch your step
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| We here to eat till there’s no food left
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| In the waistline where the roscoe’s kept
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| I’m on the edge nigga watch yo' step
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| Percee P
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| Fast or slow pace my flow lace tracks this cat’ll throw bass
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| And don’t waste steps and go chase broads to no place
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| Master streets, impress the freaks, pimps dressed for weeks
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| Hoes left to me I guess to cheat and test the sheets
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| Ripping shows from here to Britain yo I’m hitting hoes
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| Skipping those women that sniffin' blow and not getting dough
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| First degree murder rhymes disturbing mind like urban lies
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| And quote words only science to Percee P
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| Amateurs know they can’t stand with the pro
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| My Los Angeles flow cause damages most scandalous foes better handle it yo
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| I’m getting that food that are steady ripping blacks
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| Spitting raps, hitting cats for kicking wack lyrics to bitten tracks
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| My interviews say I said a few lines to diminish crews
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| Some men’ll do shit like bending rules
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| Go for the kill I’ll still finish you
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| I’m so hot we gotta close shop, you know not to open your spot
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| While I patrol blocks you getting no props
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| For the cats in the hood with a rep
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| Hustle through the AM when most men slept
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| In the waistline where the roscoe’s kept
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| I’m on the edge nigga watch yo' step
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| I’m on the edge nigga watch your step
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| We here to eat till there’s no food left
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| In the waistline where the roscoe’s kept
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| I’m on the edge nigga watch yo' step
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| Guilty Simpson
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| Guilty Simpson damage is beyond word descriptions
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| Rough verse inscriptions wrote by cutthroats
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| Smoke in the alley where the young cats bust toast
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| Pinching pennies to pay up his truck note
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| My various techniques compare with Jet Li
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| I’ll chop with an AK and kick when it’s pay day
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| Let’s see how many men must test me
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| Deadly with a pen, let the rest beware
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| Face down in the playground six feet deep
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| In the sandbox when my right hand cocks back on the hammer
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| You rest in peace
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| I pray on wack cats when I bless the beats
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| Like priests in the Vatican heat rat-a-tattling
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| And sprayed up the vehicle your homeboy traveled in
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| Fuck the spots they brag about
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| We kick your front door way in and drag em out |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Watch Yo Step , by - Percee P. Song from the album The Essential Collabo Collection Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп