| Can’t nobody fuck around with VP
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| Or else you’re gonna find yourself D-E-A-D
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| Y’all ain’t got your eye on the prize, you can’t see
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| Cause I ain’t really livin' my life for Plan B
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| Anybody brave enough to come against me
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| Gonna find your body in the bottom of the Dead Sea
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| How dare you ever in your life walk past me
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| Without acknowledging this man as G-O-D
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| I always been here, always been deranged focus
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| The heat is always in my hand like chain smokers
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| Hard work, dedication and sustained dopeness
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| Bust a motherfucker’s head 'til his brain opens
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| Stay cookin' in the kitchen like we are sofrito
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| I was always smoking wakata with papi people
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| I ain’t never doing anything that’s not illegal
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| Read the Torah lord, black mask, black evil
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| This is duel to the death, this is murder, death, kill
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| Stay real, because the sun can’t chill
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| M-O-B-B, ain’t nobody playin' 'round
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| Vinnie P-P, fuck around, lay around
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| This is duel to the death, this is murder, death, kill
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| Stay real, because the sun can’t chill
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| M-O-B-B, ain’t nobody playin' 'round
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| Vinnie P-P, fuck around, lay around
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| I’ll have you laid out, Posturepedic
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| Before the day’s out, somebody gon' be layin' bleedin'
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| Keep fuckin' with me, bring me to the darker side
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| Where the wolves play and nothing but your karma lie
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| Get it back tenfold, yeah, I do you dirty
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| I’m in my dirty thirties, that means I’m past the worry
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| I got it mapped out, every plan hashed out
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| Perfectly executed, squeeze 'til I’m fresh out
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| I got goonies, all they do is stick their neck out
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| For a nigga, cause his loyalty is nothing less
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| And when it’s on, you know they got them toolies on deck
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| What you looking at, boy? |
| You ain’t a boss yet
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| Infamous, yeah, we celebrate life
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| Pour liquor for the dead, kill niggas on sight
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| When they get beside themselves, we run up right upon 'em
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| Leave 'em where they stand and pour some fuckin' liquor on 'em
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| This is duel to the death, this is murder, death, kill
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| Stay real, because the sun can’t chill
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| M-O-B-B, ain’t nobody playin' 'round
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| Vinnie P-P, fuck around, lay around
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| This is duel to the death, this is murder, death, kill
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| Stay real, because the sun can’t chill
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| M-O-B-B, ain’t nobody playin' 'round
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| Vinnie P-P, fuck around, lay around
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| Let me start from the beginning at the top of the list
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| First off, nobody can do it like this
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| No matter how hard you try, hard you go
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| No matter how hard your beats, ill your flow
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| Can’t fuck with P, yeah, this we know
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| I’m not a rapper, I’m a master of ceremonial
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| Gatherings at venues is jam-packed
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| Fuck rap, I’m in it for cream and that’s that
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| Tryna stop my dough? |
| I run you off the map
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| Tryna stop my life? |
| I’ll blow you out your hat
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| The most thuggish, the most ruggish
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| The most AKAs you heard of is
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| Bandanna, banana clip, RIP
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| I can’t help it, my career don’t cease
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| My name don’t wear out, I go on forever
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| That other shit a passing fad, it won’t ever |