vinnie paz - deadman's hand lyrics
[intro]
yeah, yeah, pack pistol pazzy and all that
yeah, look, yeah, yeah
[verse 1]
i got my ahki on the line (yo, sheikh, salam alayk+m)
talkin’ ’bout a philosophical decline (yeah)
you was dyin’ on the vine (you was)
a loyal [?] is impossible to find (it is)
they had to pop you by design (they did)
the prosecution got you in a fine (they does)
the will stop you on the dime (they will)
you doin’ 2301, it got you out your mind (you goin’ crazy in the cell)
you eatin’ tuna till you vomit (yeah)
your bunky tryna tell you it was juju on the comet (never trust your bunky)
i was chosen, i was honored
this [?] hard and this the sunnah of muhammad (alhamdulillah)
i see a opp, i salivate
america a caliphate ([?] upon the еarth)
we both movers, we both еatin’
we both shooters, we both reachin’
[chorus]
i ground beef, hit the concrete when i shoot
this is like a 105 proof
you should thank god for my rhymes
the most ignorant of all times
i ground beef, hit the concrete when i shoot
this is like a 105 proof
you should thank god for my rhymes
the most ignorant of all times
[verse 2]
yeah, y’all emotional as a female (y’all b+tches)
the devil is in the details (shaitan there)
muhf+ckas sniffin’ the ski rail
b size, we terrorize [?] of a email (terrorize you)
who supreme, who is the best?
two to the vest, guinea sh+t, [?] (oh!)
due to the death, serpents rule, who is koresh?
i’m the thunder clapper, you starin’ at zeus in the flesh (you lookin’ at him)
[?]
dr. zivago and poppin’ the [?]
[?] sparrin’ with nacho (boo+boo+boo+boom!)
we smokin’ purple this is labacho
never sh+t where you eat (never)
when you scramblin’, wearin’ the same sh+t for a week (c’mon, we out here)
this a 320 equinox, rip through ya beep
we could end your life now, you can live for a week, you f+ckin’ dummy
[chorus]
i ground beef, hit the concrete when i shoot
this is like a 105 proof
you should thank god for my rhymes
the most ignorant of all times
i ground beef, hit the concrete when i shoot
this is like a 105 proof
you should thank god for my rhymes
the most ignorant of all times
[outro]
f+ck outta here
who f+ckin’ wit’ pazzy?
that’s the real f+ckin’ question
who f+ckin’ wit’ pazzy?
none of y’all
y’all know the f+ckin’ time
none of y’all f+ckin’ wit’ me
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