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vinnie paz - the black hand lyrics

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[chorus: vinnie paz]
me not gwan lie
every p+ssy ban gwan die
everybody ban gwan die
everybody ban bwan die
me not gwan lie
everybody ban gwan die
every p+ssy ban gwan die
everybody ban gwan die

[verse 1: vinnie paz]
i ain’t chasin’ nothin’ homie so just gimme the bag
bullets travel at the speed of thor and hit with the (mag)
you can f+ck around, lay around, you can get dragged
i will bomb on motherf+ckers like i’m hittin’ the tag
this a death wish homie, y’all are liable to die
this is (hommerobbie cole) this a (alpha renaa)
i can see inside where his ideology lie
you supposed to supply workers if you got the supply
divine retribution, pa, fire and brimstone
is a trench knife dagger and it’s made from a shinbone
tubular bells ring tone
the mossberg flex make a change to your skin tone
there’s nothin’ changin’ everything is carved into stone
i will cook ’em till the meat falls off of the bone
what your life like, ahki you just sat in the frey
and i’m stayin’ in the hood like a african braid
batiman

[chorus: vinnie paz]
me not gwan lie
every p+ssy ban gwan die
everybody ban gwan die
everybody ban bwan die
me not gwan lie
everybody ban gwan die
every p+ssy ban gwan die
everybody ban gwan die

[verse 2: demoz]
hey yo, hey yo
last call house and them shots slash you like bartenders
blow your brain out of the window over the car fender
i’m used to hearin’ sh+t like “trust me, n+gga we got you”
same p+ssy you trust, same p+ssy that shot you
(fake ass chase only hugs and always smirkin’) [?]
never trust a n+gga around you that’s never workin’
down to his last couple dollars, he gettin’ nervous
rob you then get k!lled for it, it wasn’t worth it
b+tches sleep with you then sleep with your best friend
i don’t follow none of you dudes i set trends
i ain’t tryin’ to tell you sh+t i’m tryin’ to show you
keep your eyes close on the motherf+ckers that owe you
you will catch a bullet the same minute you jack me
i don’t play the shotgun n+gga i want the back seat
i’m from a place where they’ll rob you if you got bread
and clean+cut n+ggas be grimier than a mob+head
moz

[chorus: vinnie paz]
me not gwan lie
every p+ssy ban gwan die
everybody ban gwan die
everybody ban bwan die
me not gwan lie
everybody ban gwan die
every p+ssy ban gwan die
everybody ban gwan die



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