yeah You frontin' style to me it's war when the beat drop just anotha mothafucka gonna see pac you the type that'll run when the heat pop the type that'll hide a gun when he see cops but not me, I'll aim a thirty-eight at the crown show up the next day at the wake and frown yeah, and then I'll laugh at the widow then my man stoupe blast through the window foul when I was young but I survived karma drop bombs like a b-25 on ya yeah, it's vietnam in the trenches just keep my seat warm on the benches I run with wild puerto ricans that hit L's and study classical verses by *Big L* we came up in the game at the same time and read one-hundred-fifty rappers with the same rhyme
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I'm a mothafuckin baboon hit you with thirty seven stab wounds bury your body deep in earth inside a black tomb you scared of the rain, you fear weather I'm hardcore like pall-bearer in sheer terror I'll be ready for war with suede timbs on y'all ain't ready to brawl until Vin's gone won't stop till you dead in hell Vinnie Paz, mega-child daddy (eh-grendel?) this bread we fail, yeah, because the beast in all this I was rockin' Diadoras while you was eatin' porridge I was listenin' to the *Hilltop Hustlers* while you was duckin from sounds of popped mufflers you was playin' little games with your fathers I was robbin' mothafuckas for they Starters* you a novice, and I'm a old vet and I was there when the heavens and the globe met
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you ain't safe if the bomb exists so I side with the Vietnamese communists if you wit me mothafucka raise your arm and fist and we can bust a fuckin' cap and see if God exists I scarred your wrist, with a poisonous rusty razor if its Jedi Mind Tricks then it must be flavour and it ain't safe no more ain't safe in the mothafuckin' place no more get laced in your upper-body, face and jaw you the type of fagget we ain't got the patience for we break the law, while we pay our respects to Allah but if it's beef then we be sprayin' your neck with a four I love to hear the sound of a corpse drop so protect your fuckin' neck like a cough drop I let the four shot, from different latitudes so keep it movin' like a bitch that got an attitudeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
