| Vinnie scream «fuck the world» like Shakur
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| Y’all ain’t never really enlist, you pussies stuck in war
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| Stick a bottle through the esophagus, I’ll pop your jaw
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| I ain’t worried about them, they drop deader than Rocky 4
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| I’m Willie Pep on the defensive, Vinnie box them all
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| Y’all are pussies, y’all see faggots and y’all will drop your drawers
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| I’m the hardest motherfucker, I’ll stop a storm
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| I walked into the jungle, cut off all the lion’s paws
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| Black gloves, black mask so who would’ve seen him?
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| Y’all don’t shoot, y’all play with guns, you Gilbert Arenas
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| We ain’t from the same pain, it’s different procedures
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| Me and Jus the same veins and same intravenous
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| Yeah, I judge a man by how he dies
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| Stuff his ass inside a van then the coward dies
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| Jus Allah who I turn to in a scuffle
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| Muscle never turns to fat, fat turns to muscle
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| I’m the unforgiving, psycho-driven murderer — Ice Cube
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| I’ll send you home in a body bag you fag — MC Ren
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| I’m the unforgiving, psycho-driven murderer — Ice Cube
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| I got a problem solver and his name is revolver — Dr. Dre
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| My niggas will put your dome in a wall from one phone call
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| Trying to be such a fucking know-it-all
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| Niggas pop a hole in your boy, put you with Pope John Paul
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| Shove your body inside of a hole in the wall
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| I survived every close call, keep the guns loaded to brawl
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| It’s the overall protocol
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| Y’all just throwing a whole lot of shit at the wall
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| I’m throwing a mix of nitrogen and glycerol
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| We get the pistols from the Big and Tall, you in the trash
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| Your phone got a million missed calls
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| I’m with half an ounce and a whole lot of alcohol
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| I’m blacking out, I’m always around the outlaws
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| Day in and day out it’s murder on the menu
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| As your team searches for missing persons continue
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| I’m in blackness where black magic is practiced
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| It’s the habitat where my gat’s the happiest |