[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
My name Vinnie Paz, cousin and I carry respect
I'm the puppet master, you a marionette
I ain't met a muhfucker that could challenge me yet
Fuck a bitch, I'm a G, I'ma marry my TEC
Paz is a vet, y'all always been struggling with him
And my gun side by side, a juxtaposition
And your man from the block with the drugs in his system
You was just grinding with him, you was hustling with him
He a snitch, he a bitch, you ain't bubbling with him
He in the precinct telling them your current position
I don't be around snitches, I will punish the victim
I don't be around bitches, put a slug in his vision
Money over bitches, that's an actual fact
Mossberg pump through the stomach, that'll be that
It appeared and it disappeared, magical gat
And the Walther PPK splatter your cap
[Hook: scratches]
{'Those who understand know what I'm sayin' is accurate'}
{'You scared to do that 'cause you won't see no wealth'}
{'Just another victim to the pawns and sheisters'}
{'We will never stop spitting the facts, no trouble!'}
[Verse 2: Bronze Nazareth]
Heyo my name Bronze Naz and I erupt with a vengeance
Engineers chains of thought, scramble shells and position
Big bold grandma high priced cess like gold hammers
Shadow boxing with myself so first man on the camera
Pistol lyric click the hero, jail chamber Wayne manor
Lock the toxic, I smash baby ground piano
Throw 'em in damaged wells, eat bars spit whole cells
So fast my blast propel bullets through they own shells
By reburbishing shots twirling through steaming your teapot
Split the single blade of grass plotted on your sandlot
I'm the sun Sangria smock, hot like coals in lake lock
Ancestral slavery smokin' open shamrock
Pull Rapunzel through the window, instead of climbing them goldilocks
Not 16 bars hope you shots house drinks
A mouth blinks, slugs flow through a Knox
Poison rivers that erode known to leave you in a box
Decomposed no fingernails from scratchin' the top
Clappin' assassins run the lots 'til the punishment stop
Crushin' your life til out the sunlit OPs
Like forensics trace blood on the mic Mr. 5 Dots
Sickle-cell like W's discovered in my blood clots
My name Vinnie Paz, cousin and I carry respect
I'm the puppet master, you a marionette
I ain't met a muhfucker that could challenge me yet
Fuck a bitch, I'm a G, I'ma marry my TEC
Paz is a vet, y'all always been struggling with him
And my gun side by side, a juxtaposition
And your man from the block with the drugs in his system
You was just grinding with him, you was hustling with him
He a snitch, he a bitch, you ain't bubbling with him
He in the precinct telling them your current position
I don't be around snitches, I will punish the victim
I don't be around bitches, put a slug in his vision
Money over bitches, that's an actual fact
Mossberg pump through the stomach, that'll be that
It appeared and it disappeared, magical gat
And the Walther PPK splatter your cap
[Hook: scratches]
{'Those who understand know what I'm sayin' is accurate'}
{'You scared to do that 'cause you won't see no wealth'}
{'Just another victim to the pawns and sheisters'}
{'We will never stop spitting the facts, no trouble!'}
[Verse 2: Bronze Nazareth]
Heyo my name Bronze Naz and I erupt with a vengeance
Engineers chains of thought, scramble shells and position
Big bold grandma high priced cess like gold hammers
Shadow boxing with myself so first man on the camera
Pistol lyric click the hero, jail chamber Wayne manor
Lock the toxic, I smash baby ground piano
Throw 'em in damaged wells, eat bars spit whole cells
So fast my blast propel bullets through they own shells
By reburbishing shots twirling through steaming your teapot
Split the single blade of grass plotted on your sandlot
I'm the sun Sangria smock, hot like coals in lake lock
Ancestral slavery smokin' open shamrock
Pull Rapunzel through the window, instead of climbing them goldilocks
Not 16 bars hope you shots house drinks
A mouth blinks, slugs flow through a Knox
Poison rivers that erode known to leave you in a box
Decomposed no fingernails from scratchin' the top
Clappin' assassins run the lots 'til the punishment stop
Crushin' your life til out the sunlit OPs
Like forensics trace blood on the mic Mr. 5 Dots
Sickle-cell like W's discovered in my blood clots
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