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  • I can’t imagine me slacking, it’s like a *************a stepping
    And slapping me right in the face but *************a it never happen
    I spit the Passion of Christ, the crucifixion’s my weapon
    I take the *************eld from the knight and stick it through your intestines
    And that’s just in day’s work
    My motivation killing sincerely taken from day’s hurt
    I spray earth with the venomous mind spray
    It’s a hard knock life before Jay left Beyonce
    All-white green leather Diamante
    Windows tinted, y’all sit timid acting Kanye
    You so stranje I’m throwing boomerangs at your foolish gang
    Overruled…
    [Verse 2]
    Mother******* you a *************, you kiss *************s like Lil’ Wayne
    I’m Kool G in his prime, you *************s rapping like Lil’ Zane
    I don’t two-step, ************* I move wet
    *******, ecstasy and carry two jets
    Now if it wasn’t for my seed I wouldn’t need my life
    Give me a hoodie and the mask, I don’t need the ice
    I keep verses in my head, I don’t need to write
    Left hook split your *************t open, I don’t need a knife
    I’m on my hate *************t, AK *************t
    Step on my shoes, I shoot you in the face *************
    So what the ************* is up? You *************s ******g up
    When Vinnie swing on you I swing on you ************* I ************* you up
    [Verse 3]
    They all mistaking kindness for weakness
    They all ******* spineless and speechless
    Work all week and you poor by the weekend
    Jerks wanna creep try to choke you while you sleeping
    All cause we spit raw, no if there’s a leak and
    Everybody quick draw, we know when you reaching
    *************s done ****** up, they woke up a demon
    OT possessing having spoke to a deacon
    Hypocrite kids keep a hold on the preaching
    Please don’t get split, they don’t know what’s the reason
    Philly’s like Hell but it’s cold and it’s freezing
    24/7 no matter what the season
    [Verse 4]
    Yeah put me in the booth surrounded by music
    I let my lips go man like I don’t give two *************ts
    You Internet mother*************es wish y’all was me
    On the road with the Army rolling with QD
    While we be touring y’all be at work whoring
    Begging for overtime, “Please can I get some more?”
    Been there, done that, matter fact still doing it
    Took some time but we running with this music *************tt
    Say my name man and I’ll show up
    Hit a ************* in the gut till his ass blow up
    And I still speak power with the force of an anvil
    I spit gutter words fill another landfill
    [Verse 5][Vinnie Paz]
    I murder anyone who ************* with the villain, it’s over
    You ain’t American Gangster cause you chilling with Hova
    I got a mother******g chip and it’s still in my shoulder
    I dump the mother******g clip in your grill and I fold you
    You ain’t even in my league and on Vinnie *************
    I’m eating calamari and capocoolo with my ginny clique
    I’m a Sicilian mastiff, you a mini pit
    Eleven Mac 11, nine 9s, on that Biggie *************t
    I hug the block with Jay and Moss where that rocko was sold
    I carry four burners like the top of a stove
    2012 when y’all burn, that’s what prophecy’s told
    I don’t give a *************, I ain’t expect to see thirty years old
  • I can’t imagine me slacking, it’s like a *************a stepping
    And slapping me right in the face but *************a it never happen
    I spit the Passion of Christ, the crucifixion’s my weapon
    I take the *************eld from the knight and stick it through your intestines
    And that’s just in day’s work
    My motivation killing sincerely taken from day’s hurt
    I spray earth with the venomous mind spray
    It’s a hard knock life before Jay left Beyonce
    All-white green leather Diamante
    Windows tinted, y’all sit timid acting Kanye
    You so stranje I’m throwing boomerangs at your foolish gang
    Overruled…
    [Verse 2]
    Mother******* you a *************, you kiss *************s like Lil’ Wayne
    I’m Kool G in his prime, you *************s rapping like Lil’ Zane
    I don’t two-step, ************* I move wet
    *******, ecstasy and carry two jets
    Now if it wasn’t for my seed I wouldn’t need my life
    Give me a hoodie and the mask, I don’t need the ice
    I keep verses in my head, I don’t need to write
    Left hook split your *************t open, I don’t need a knife
    I’m on my hate *************t, AK *************t
    Step on my shoes, I shoot you in the face *************
    So what the ************* is up? You *************s ******g up
    When Vinnie swing on you I swing on you ************* I ************* you up
    [Verse 3]
    They all mistaking kindness for weakness
    They all ******* spineless and speechless
    Work all week and you poor by the weekend
    Jerks wanna creep try to choke you while you sleeping
    All cause we spit raw, no if there’s a leak and
    Everybody quick draw, we know when you reaching
    *************s done ****** up, they woke up a demon
    OT possessing having spoke to a deacon
    Hypocrite kids keep a hold on the preaching
    Please don’t get split, they don’t know what’s the reason
    Philly’s like Hell but it’s cold and it’s freezing
    24/7 no matter what the season
    [Verse 4]
    Yeah put me in the booth surrounded by music
    I let my lips go man like I don’t give two *************ts
    You Internet mother*************es wish y’all was me
    On the road with the Army rolling with QD
    While we be touring y’all be at work whoring
    Begging for overtime, “Please can I get some more?”
    Been there, done that, matter fact still doing it
    Took some time but we running with this music *************tt
    Say my name man and I’ll show up
    Hit a ************* in the gut till his ass blow up
    And I still speak power with the force of an anvil
    I spit gutter words fill another landfill
    [Verse 5][Vinnie Paz]
    I murder anyone who ************* with the villain, it’s over
    You ain’t American Gangster cause you chilling with Hova
    I got a mother******g chip and it’s still in my shoulder
    I dump the mother******g clip in your grill and I fold you
    You ain’t even in my league and on Vinnie *************
    I’m eating calamari and capocoolo with my ginny clique
    I’m a Sicilian mastiff, you a mini pit
    Eleven Mac 11, nine 9s, on that Biggie *************t
    I hug the block with Jay and Moss where that rocko was sold
    I carry four burners like the top of a stove
    2012 when y’all burn, that’s what prophecy’s told
    I don’t give a *************, I ain’t expect to see thirty years old