
2 Worlds OT the Real (Ft. Vinnie Paz)
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[Intro: Vinnie Paz]
Yo O, my lil' brother, salute 'em
Soup Kitchen, Slump Gang and all that
Official Pistol
Nah'mean? Pack Pistol Pazienza!
Respect the shooter! HAHA!
Yeah, c'mon
(Dougie on the beat)
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, my ahks rushin' like they stylin'
A long-term solution to a short-term problem
The mantequilla comin' through the border Guatemalan
We politic with foreign diplomats like Narayana (We gettin' overseas, money)
I turn a piece of coal into a diamond
You ass-bettin', homie, the iron may need refinin' (That shit fugaga keh)
Your two worlds is collidin'
Your soul off-balance, you shockingly re-aligning (You need God in ya life)
Look, you don't want it with the stick-work
The full metal jacket pierce armor and that shit hurt (ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!)
I spit on the grave of a dead Presley
Ox on me, carry a blade like I'm Ed Lesley (Hahahaha)
You all chest puffin' and loud
But it's one rule here, no suckas allowed
I fight through the pain, homie, I will die for respect
Y'all are cameo, talkin' out the side of ya neck
Toma!
Yo O, my lil' brother, salute 'em
Soup Kitchen, Slump Gang and all that
Official Pistol
Nah'mean? Pack Pistol Pazienza!
Respect the shooter! HAHA!
Yeah, c'mon
(Dougie on the beat)
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, my ahks rushin' like they stylin'
A long-term solution to a short-term problem
The mantequilla comin' through the border Guatemalan
We politic with foreign diplomats like Narayana (We gettin' overseas, money)
I turn a piece of coal into a diamond
You ass-bettin', homie, the iron may need refinin' (That shit fugaga keh)
Your two worlds is collidin'
Your soul off-balance, you shockingly re-aligning (You need God in ya life)
Look, you don't want it with the stick-work
The full metal jacket pierce armor and that shit hurt (ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!)
I spit on the grave of a dead Presley
Ox on me, carry a blade like I'm Ed Lesley (Hahahaha)
You all chest puffin' and loud
But it's one rule here, no suckas allowed
I fight through the pain, homie, I will die for respect
Y'all are cameo, talkin' out the side of ya neck
Toma!
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