| You just started rapping, muhfucker, Vinnie P a vet
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| Don’t believe me yet or this motherfucker will squeeze a TEC
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| How does a single one of y’all that don’t believe in sense
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| Twenty-five years of people saying that he a threat
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| I stayed away a while, I ain’t thought you need it yet
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| Big guns come with principles, some like he in debt
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| The only time you mention my name, to say that he the best
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| This blood clot weed’s got seeds like a Chia Pet
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| And y’all don’t want to be inside the precinct
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| Dirt-bag bunkie gon' be telling you what he think
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| Had to reevaluate a little bit and rethink
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| If I ain’t trim the fat from the beef, money, we sink
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| So duck when 'em hollow tips rip through the air
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| A fully loaded magazine, the only shit that I share
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| And the boat tail hollow going to rip through your gear
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| Every hour, every second, every minute, I swear
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| Yeah, my first record told you I was the assassin now
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| So many that’s rapping now, I need to cock it back and blaow
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| You the reason being whack and frail coming back in style
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| Cause one drop of my blood is dirtier than Pacquiao
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| Du-du-du-duu
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| Y’all don’t want to push me
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| Y’all a bunch of pussies
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| One shot’ll sit 'em down
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| Du-du-du-duu
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| Y’all a bunch of pussies
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| Y’all don’t want to push me
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| Blood clot and spin around
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| This is real life, money, this is not a fad
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| Got some young boys that buck for me like a dollar cab
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| Drone strike all you muhfuckers like Obama mad
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| You 'bout to take this life, end in Hell like Apollo had
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| Load the fucking hollow mag, hit in his attic
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| And my body only draped in magnificent fabric
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| Your bitch is a rabbit, the type to suck dick for the carats
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| What’s your life like? |
| How you like living embarrassed
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| My pistol is lavish, it’s like we’ve got a difficult marriage
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| Cause she don’t like the way I use her when I spit at you savage
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| This bitch is just magic, dumb-dumb probably shook
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| Vinnie fat, but he fast if it’s time to be book
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| I’m reminding you rook, Boxcutter talk with his hands
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| And if you like life, you gon' have to talk to your mans
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| You Padishah Emperor Shaddam, lost to the sand
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| This shit is simple, fam, shit is gone according to plan
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| Blam
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| Du-du-du-duu (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
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| Y’all don’t want to push me
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| Y’all a bunch of pussies
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| One shot’ll sit 'em down
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| Du-du-du-duu
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| Y’all a bunch of pussies
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| Y’all don’t want to push me
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| Blood clot and spin around
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| Du-du-du-duu (yeah)
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| Y’all don’t want to push me
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| Y’all a bunch of pussies
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| One shot’ll sit 'em down
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| Du-du-du-duu
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| Y’all a bunch of pussies
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| Y’all don’t want to push me
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| Blood clot and spin around
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| Yeah, Pack Pistol Pazzy!
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| J-Zone, J-Zone
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| Official Pistol
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| I’m the one you call when you need that fly shit, pop
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| Yeah
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| It’s murder, baby |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Yev Kassem , by - Vinnie Paz. Song from the album The Cornerstone of the Corner Store, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп