| Yeah, yeah, one-two!
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| Yeah, yeah, one-two! |
| Haha!
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| Yeah, Papo Andy forever!
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| A’ight -- Yeah!
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| You don’t want Vinnie to pop the trunk cause its under there
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| The snakes is venomous so be wary what’s it’s in the jungle here
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| It’s Unga-Bunga's here, you’ll be trapped inside of a bunker here
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| You’re in the gutter where you’ll be pissin' inside your underwear
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| You suddenly become aware of all of the blood that’s here
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| Shovels here, Coco liquor up inside the Tupperware
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| We makin' supper here, take your Wallys and your other pairs
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| It’s under the covers there, and a couple of drunken Russians there
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| A tons of guns appear, and it’s cartridges in abundance here
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| It’s mafuckas armed to the teeth it’s like we the Bundeswehr
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| We took a tunnel there, to the sewer it wasn’t traceable
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| The blicky go up under your chin and blow out your nasal roof
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| The best hustle, the neck muscles is like a Saber tooth
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| The Tec touch you, the Tec cut through every razor room (?)
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| We standin' on the top of Olympus what did you say to Zeus
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| The body count pilin', we wildin', it’s not debatable, yeah!
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| My commission, sit at the table like the last supper, fucker
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| We unholy, sharp razor, full bloodied money maker
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| Where ever we at, we keep the blicks right there
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| This a Gucci satchel, ahki, it’s made from a fuckin' alligator
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| Frank Sheeran shooters will merk and suck on an owl later (?)
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| Take a (pal updater) distribute it to a the allocator (?)
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| Run a foul (on nation) laboratory (?) and calibrators (?)
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| Sawed shotty got a nickname and it’s The Evaporator
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| Take ya back to (pages) and El Dorado’s and activate 'em (?)
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| My collaborators is powed inside of a abogator (?)
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| He don’t wanna brawl, he don’t want a war, he a trap devator (?)
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| Trips down south and we goin' down to Atlanta later
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| Needles and a bone saw, homie I’m the reanimator
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| ((Par agate young powerful suck a pan updater)) (???)
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| Y’all been drainin' ya bodily fluids like it’s an aspirator (?)
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| Thoughts is all deadly, they desecratin' the scrapper paper
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| Agitator, shotty will spin him like he a barrel maker (?)
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| Fortress roll-by's reactivated eradicator
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| Pistol Gang pop 'em and drop 'em in the volcanic crater
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| Yeeeeeah!
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| My commission, sit at the table like the last supper, fucker
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| We unholy, sharp razor, full bloodied money maker
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| Where ever we at, we keep the blicks right there |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sicilian Bull , by - Vinnie Paz. Song from the album As Above so Below, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп