Killpoint Vinnie Paz (Ft. M.O.P.)

[Intro]
Yeah, Pack Pistol Pazzy and all that
Yo Fame salute, slap it up
Danze
Firing Squad, Brooklyn what up
Look, come on man
Yeah, look, look

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
P89 and this thing plated (with the beam on it)
Big shit, carry the stick like I'm King David
Don Gorgon and I mean braided
Big mon ting we bring hatred
This a declaration of war (Yeah)
You swimming with sharks, you ain't gon' make it to shore (No!)
If you crazy pa put the whole eighth in the straw
I ain't tryna hear no fuckin' conversation at all (At all!)
I got shooters that blow rockets (pa-pa-pa-pa)
Cherry head, how you a booster with no pockets? (With no pockets)
If you ain't ripping it, don't cock it
I ain't gon' call up the dogs and I won't stop it (I won't stop it!)
We not clickin' and y'all different (Yeah)
Maybe you be more of a man if you stop bitchin' (Stop bitchin')
I be sprayin' outta two TECs
I ain't playin' with a full deck
Stupid!