[Vinnie Paz intro] yeah, its murders, plenty murders, blood, we spell doom, pharaoh click baby [Vinnie Pazienza] for who the bells tome Vinnie Paz I call hell home put the ratchet to the side of your face like a cell phone any way you wanna look at it it spell doom Vinnie Pazienza be proud you befell tomb me and shareef, we stronger than pillars in greece you need to understand the pharaohs are still in the streets you need to know that we got beef but we willin to peace you need to know that we got heat and its still for police its juju mob, and army of the pharaoh click we on some revolution Amadou Diallo shit I like to watch your brain explodin when the hollow hit its Vinnie Paz and we dogs Kamachi follow it [Chief Kamachi] yo its my house like RUN! controllin the 80's flow very crazy like I spit the blood of Rosemary's baby slang fire like a hustle in Haiti couple holes for the souls pitchfork for the daisies ashes for urns I'm a murderer maybe a lavish little lucifer burnin the hazy faced out still could get a hold of the ladies hit from madame bavaskier in a old mercedes this is death speakin, the smell of fresh flesh wreakin get a funeral organ and the best dressed deacon juju till voodoo come, eye of the pharaohs blood pour, heart of a chump, jump from the arrows [?] we got a message for ya yeah our squads ain't checkin for ya and if its beef well protested smith and wesson's on ya AOTP, JUJU mob we bossin ya click rain fire on this hip hop shit [Des Devious] we can't reef raw on the streets I'm king cause y'all the fuck can't beat my chest like king kong is this thing on? I'm tryin to channel the youth I rock the crowd of caesar, and hannibal's booth they call me animal tooth use your bones as a back scratcher I'm allergic to dirt, weed, and wack rappers my hair's too pretty I just let the gat smack ya I dropped outta school, motherfuck a backpacker double crossin some abominable bitches you a fuckin fruitcake like what my aunt serves at christmas my darts relentless and we ain't tryin to be friends my gun attached to my hip like a siamese twin [Planetary] its the twin it go beat down QD, niggaz hit the street now bangin beats out thug niggaz throw they heaters out its pussy niggaz like y'all scared to leave the house once they retrieve 'em out BLAP let 'em see the clouds I make the most gangster nigga hit the concrete and start snitchin, pointin fingers like they on wall street my squad deep, we the gods and generals type of niggaz too drunk, we dodge the interviews we came a long way from cipherin all day when days was all play, now we rhymin for strong pay outerspace got a strong hold on the game we reign, you minor leaguers be breezin the hall of fame we got a message for ya yeah our squads ain't checkin for ya and if its beef well protested smith and wesson's on ya AOTP, JUJU mob we bossin ya click rain fire on this hip hop shit [?] we got a message for ya yeah our squads ain't checkin for ya and if its beef well protested smith and wesson's on ya AOTP, JUJU mob we bossin ya click rain fire on this hip hop shit
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Copy to Clipboard: [Vinnie Paz intro] yeah, its murders, plenty murders, blood, we spell doom, pharaoh click baby [Vinnie Pazienza] for who the bells tome Vinnie Paz I call hell home put the ratchet to the side of your face like a cell phone any way you wanna look at it it spell doom Vinnie Pazienza be proud you befell tomb me and shareef, we stronger than pillars in greece you need to understand the pharaohs are still in the streets you need to know that we got beef but we willin to peace you need to know that we got heat and its still for police its juju mob, and army of the pharaoh click we on some revolution Amadou Diallo shit I like to watch your brain explodin when the hollow hit its Vinnie Paz and we dogs Kamachi follow it [Chief Kamachi] yo its my house like RUN! controllin the 80's flow very crazy like I spit the blood of Rosemary's baby slang fire like a hustle in Haiti couple holes for the souls pitchfork for the daisies ashes for urns I'm a murderer maybe a lavish little lucifer burnin the hazy faced out still could get a hold of the ladies hit from madame bavaskier in a old mercedes this is death speakin, the smell of fresh flesh wreakin get a funeral organ and the best dressed deacon juju till voodoo come, eye of the pharaohs blood pour, heart of a chump, jump from the arrows [?] we got a message for ya yeah our squads ain't checkin for ya and if its beef well protested smith and wesson's on ya AOTP, JUJU mob we bossin ya click rain fire on this hip hop shit [Des Devious] we can't reef raw on the streets I'm king cause y'all the fuck can't beat my chest like king kong is this thing on? I'm tryin to channel the youth I rock the crowd of caesar, and hannibal's booth they call me animal tooth use your bones as a back scratcher I'm allergic to dirt, weed, and wack rappers my hair's too pretty I just let the gat smack ya I dropped outta school, motherfuck a backpacker double crossin some abominable bitches you a fuckin fruitcake like what my aunt serves at christmas my darts relentless and we ain't tryin to be friends my gun attached to my hip like a siamese twin [Planetary] its the twin it go beat down QD, niggaz hit the street now bangin beats out thug niggaz throw they heaters out its pussy niggaz like y'all scared to leave the house once they retrieve 'em out BLAP let 'em see the clouds I make the most gangster nigga hit the concrete and start snitchin, pointin fingers like they on wall street my squad deep, we the gods and generals type of niggaz too drunk, we dodge the interviews we came a long way from cipherin all day when days was all play, now we rhymin for strong pay outerspace got a strong hold on the game we reign, you minor leaguers be breezin the hall of fame we got a message for ya yeah our squads ain't checkin for ya and if its beef well protested smith and wesson's on ya AOTP, JUJU mob we bossin ya click rain fire on this hip hop shit [?] we got a message for ya yeah our squads ain't checkin for ya and if its beef well protested smith and wesson's on ya AOTP, JUJU mob we bossin ya click rain fire on this hip hop shit
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