| Yo Oh No
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| This shit crazy pop
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| Aiight, look
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| Yeah
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| Lick shots like they would do with the fever
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| Stab 'em dead or a Pompeii, Julius Caesar
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| Knife work nice, show you what to do with a cleaver
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| Son munafiqun, he a truthful deceiver
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| Supplication on the plains of Arafat
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| Puerto Ricans everywhere, they talk to me in Arawak
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| Money always ass back, and I’ma pull the barrel back
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| Knowing damn well he couldn’t see me like a cataract
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| Where the organ grinder partner, tell me where the Tommy at
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| And riddle him with bullets in him, move him like an army brat
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| Anarchist and Marxist, you listening to Commie rap
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| Self-proclaimed God so the fuck if I’ma honor that
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| This rat tried to get me book like a library
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| My shot unorthodox like Shawn Marion
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| Powers of pain, Animal Hawk and barbarian
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| You beaten by the fist of God so Paul bury 'em
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| One gun, two gun, three gun, four
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| It ain’t an adversary that’s ready to go to war
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| One gun, two gun, three gun, four
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| A hundred round drum and it’ll clear the fuckin' floor
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| I told y’all not to fuck with me
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| Kidnaps takin' the kids like full custody
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| Every rhyme like my first, I spit hungrily
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| Y’all don’t know cheese and wine out in Tuscany
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| Y’all think having a rack is called luxury
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| All bark and no bite, you not touching me
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| It’s too dark for you, the wind is too blustering
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| I don’t like cops or opps in my company
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| The trap boys still cookin' the brick
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| And it’s raw so it look like they cookin' the grit
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| If I counted every bottle that I took to the dick
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| I’d lose count pa, I was in a room full of shit
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| You cupcaked out, still bitchin' 'bout a jawn
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| End-game talkin' 'bout a bishop verse a pawn
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| You dead goin' to sleep, listenin' to birds chirpin'
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| The type of asshole to be talkin' in third person
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| One gun, two gun, three gun, four
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| It ain’t an adversary that’s ready to go to war
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| One gun, two gun, three gun, four
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| A hundred round drum and it’ll clear the fuckin' floor
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Pack Pistol Pazzy and all that, the Sicilian Shooter
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| Y’nam sayin'?
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| Philly in this mahfucker, yeah
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| That’s the law |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Necklace of Heads , by - Vinnie Paz. Song from the album The Pain Collector, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп