Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pistolvania 2, artist - Vinnie Paz. Album song The Cornerstone of the Corner Store, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Enemy Soil
Song language: English
Pistolvania 2 |
T is for terrible, H is for Hell |
U is for ugly, and G is for jail |
'Cause a thug can’t spell |
T is for terrible, H is for Hell |
U is for ugly, and G is for jail |
T is for terrible, H is for Hell |
U is for ugly, and G is for jail |
I done seen this gun-play change men |
Shootouts turn gangstas into strange men |
The AK drum rearrange men |
Kurt Russell with a bounty, I’m the Hang Man |
I hang men from west Philly to west Baltimore |
To west coast, to west Africa |
It’s an A.O.T.P. |
BGC massacre |
They call me The Flash 'cause I throw this hot shit so fast at ya |
Red beams and dead dreams is all we know here |
Fifty shot clips and weed is all we grow here |
I’m from Philly dawg, you don’t want to go there |
Even the cops get hit with the .44 here |
Really dawg, it’s Pistolvania part two |
My gun’ll do surgery on your brain and your heart too |
Plenty casualties when my crew blast niggas |
A Darth Vader with a beard to you Luke ass niggas |
Everybody got a gun, everybody want to ride |
When it’s all said and done, don’t nobody want to die |
Talking tough in the streets, everybody wonder why |
At the funeral, everybody want to cry |
Cry motherfucker, cry motherfucker, cry |
Die motherfucker, die motherfucker, die |
It’s Pistolvania part two |
It’s Pistolvania part two |
Check me out |
Yeah, homicide rate, nigga, I survive fate |
I’m in live shape, pussy, you provide hate |
You wearing a wire taped, my cap likes to jivate |
They find the niggas all thrown through the fire escape |
When I walk up, bodies all chalked up |
On the asphalt in the dark when I spark up |
I got a chemical remedy full of energy |
Head shots mentally, show 'em my whole identity |
A militant, my home is Pistolvania |
Niggas act demonic, my brain is full of mania |
I got arrangements to put you on the pavement |
Check your brain waves and cause mental enslavement |
You’re not ready, I pop heavy, my shot steady |
You want to talk about gas? |
Nigga, I got Getty |
You’re not ready to get close to an overdose |
A militant coming through with Jehovah clothes |
Everybody got a gun, everybody want to ride |
When it’s all said and done, don’t nobody want to die |
Talking tough in the streets, everybody wonder why |
At the funeral, everybody want to cry |
Cry motherfucker, cry motherfucker, cry |
Die motherfucker, die motherfucker, die |
It’s Pistolvania part two |
It’s Pistolvania part two |
Yeah, listen |
I send 'em to God, let him sort 'em out, who gon' burn up? |
Caught a couple homis, but the bodies never turned up |
I don’t say shit like, «On fleek» or «Turnt up» |
Embalming on the wakata, all shermed up |
The new Porsche is a lot faster |
The blue Avatar face on the Yacht-Master |
Son got splashed down to bottom, all master |
Got caught slipping on white like Alabasta |
It’s dark and it’s hot, it’s about to be cold |
And these young boys style is about to be old |
Young boy act Joe, so he have to be told |
Or have his body dump trucked up academy road |
Really, fuck rap, I’m about to pull the llama out |
Fuck the llama, I’mma have to pull the fucking chopper out |
Air your fucking whole block including your mama out |
I’m the one to call if you need to bring the drama out |
Murder |
Everybody got a gun, everybody want to ride |
When it’s all said and done, don’t nobody want to die |
Talking tough in the streets, everybody wonder why |
At the funeral, everybody want to cry |
Cry motherfucker, cry motherfucker, cry |
Die motherfucker, die motherfucker, die |
It’s Pistolvania part two |
It’s Pistolvania part two |