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vinnie paz - slight rebellion off madison lyrics

[intro]
yeah (yeah), ppp (c’mon, man)
pack pistol pazzy and all that
black hand grenade, official pistol, aotp
yeah, c’mon man
blacastan forever! (ooh, oh)
k’namsayin’? (ooh, oh)
slight rebellion off madison, you f+ckin’ dummy (yeah)
look, look

[verse 1]
yeah, what is you seein’ in the mirror? (what is you seein’?)
cold sharp kotobuki freaking at your mirror (free [?])
pool of blood, left his body bleedin’ in madeira (you f+ckin’ bleedin’)
two sticks on me like they tia and tamera (hahahahaha)
this the place that house a thousand bl!cks (boo+boo+boom!)
this the face that launch a thousand ships (boo+boo+boom!)
had a couple barnacles of goose neck (haha!)
i be tryin’ to play the wall, do my lil’ two step (two+step!)
i’m john wilkes booth with a derringer (bang, bang, bang!)
raise high roof beams, sing the song salinger (salute ’em!)
it’s granddaddy purple in the canister (it’s in there)
mask on, they ain’t gon’ make me with the camera
cherry+head, fit for a noose
forty below those gumby cuts, bishop and juice (yeah)
and my man in the can got hit with the deuce (two years)
into them boots, mossberg, linen and fruits
you stupid d+ckhead!
[hook]
my hitters get high
my shooters don’t die
no lie, woah (woah, woah)
sly with the four+five
all live and let die
all jive, no+no (no+no, no+no)
my hitters get high
my shooters don’t die
no lie, woah (woah, woah)
sly with the four+five
y’all live and let die
all jive, no+no (no+no, no+no)

[verse 2]
look, talk different and walk different (we different)
don coscarelli, the mob with the mortician (haha!)
this muhf+cka ain’t hit a l!ck till the fourth mission (stupid!)
why i heard a opp was cookin’ in y’all kitchen? (the f+ck? is y’all stupid?)
if i’m talkin’, then y’all listen (listen)
how you ask for a position and start rippin’? (f+ckin’ d+ckhead)
you either loyal or lost (yeah)
too many cooks spoil the broth (yeah)
mortal kombat with two shooters (alhamdulillah)
you inside the chino store for a few loosies (f+ckin’ broke d+ckhead)
releasing the don and the new gucci (that fly sh+t)
levia gravia, carducci (oh!)
we could poke you, ’cause we knife+men
hair like travolta and faster than grease lightnin’ (oh!)
well mannered and well+feared (yeah)
well done is better than well+said (yeah)
[hook]
my hitters get high
my shooters don’t die
no lie, woah (woah, woah)
sly with the four+five
all live and let die
all jive, no+no (no+no, no+no)
my hitters get high
my shooters don’t die
no lie, woah (woah, woah)
sly with the four+five
y’all live and let die
all jive, no+no (no+no, no+no)

- vinnie paz lyrics

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