Warhead Vinnie Paz (Ft. Chino XL)

[Intro:]
A lot of people don't realize but
You didn't get shot for, anything, didn't get stabbed for anything
Like my brother says, I mean, anybody could pull the trigger
Really, it's just nothing
It's really nothing

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, you ain't part of this discussion
Talk about the blicka when you never touchin' nothing
What the fuck you know about suffering?
Your man saying that he packing something up, he bluffing
My akhi down doing couple bullets for obstruction
It's feds here, open your [?] Fentanyl consumption
My father said to turn the stale bread into stuffing
How you saying that, you look a mayo with an onion
Never separate a man from his tools
Masato Tanaka elbows, anarchy rules
I don't take the chain 'til his chest cavity cools
Pull that shorty M16 and havoc ensues
Look
Listen, I don't play no games, you see
It's you that changed, homie, 'cause the game don't change
I heard you like to chat with the opps
Motherfuckers here dirtier than African cops, toma!