[Intro]
"Usually it starts by, you know, crossing out mostly you know
One neighborhood will put their writing on the wall, and then, you know
We come in right next to it, or cross em out, and they will cross us back out
And then it gets into, umm you know
Maybe a fist fight, then maybe guys gets knifed behind it. And then shooting
And then someone dies, and they might wanna get back at us, if they do get back at us
We go down and might kill two of them, then they will come back and maybe get one of us
And we will go back and get two or three more
It just goes on and on, it don’t stop"
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
This is slang warfare akhi, I don’t got the time for that
This Charter Arms 5 shots spin 'em like a laundromat
Tony Rome wop shit, rocking the fedora hat
Its bloody money, bloody bodies, homie this is horror rap
The block full of Gestapo, its hotter than Honolulu
We military minded, and we ridin' like Shaka Zulu
Its African tradition, so you have to honor Jushu
And black Tibetan magic, just another kind of voodoo
Camouflage regime, we maneuver through militias
A man do the heavy lifting, bitches do the dishes
How is you a shooter, when you shoot ’em and it misses?
This Mossberg burn ’em and it doing it to bridges
The gun connoisseur, the philosopher of iron shit
Never sleepin', watching everything like it’s a firestick
Your talking real crazy for someone with no blicky
And I ain’t even know that the shooter was old fifty
"Usually it starts by, you know, crossing out mostly you know
One neighborhood will put their writing on the wall, and then, you know
We come in right next to it, or cross em out, and they will cross us back out
And then it gets into, umm you know
Maybe a fist fight, then maybe guys gets knifed behind it. And then shooting
And then someone dies, and they might wanna get back at us, if they do get back at us
We go down and might kill two of them, then they will come back and maybe get one of us
And we will go back and get two or three more
It just goes on and on, it don’t stop"
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
This is slang warfare akhi, I don’t got the time for that
This Charter Arms 5 shots spin 'em like a laundromat
Tony Rome wop shit, rocking the fedora hat
Its bloody money, bloody bodies, homie this is horror rap
The block full of Gestapo, its hotter than Honolulu
We military minded, and we ridin' like Shaka Zulu
Its African tradition, so you have to honor Jushu
And black Tibetan magic, just another kind of voodoo
Camouflage regime, we maneuver through militias
A man do the heavy lifting, bitches do the dishes
How is you a shooter, when you shoot ’em and it misses?
This Mossberg burn ’em and it doing it to bridges
The gun connoisseur, the philosopher of iron shit
Never sleepin', watching everything like it’s a firestick
Your talking real crazy for someone with no blicky
And I ain’t even know that the shooter was old fifty
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