[Verse 1: Paz] God me, never keep my banger on safety My mother raised me alone, you can't me My hearts the blood of Royce Gracie My thoughts the slug and point straightly You fakely, you still scarred I'm studying deep thoughts like Bill I'm real raw, we dumbin' it out And y'all sayin' nuthin' with a gun in yo mouth That's what I'm about, but Vinnie Paz go Y'all still the spell of dose ether The Grim Reaper, all nature And every word from is on paper We all hate ya, we stand you Chapter 8, verse 3, book of You like a candle, you just You never Allah, you can't learn
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[Verse 2: Chemical space ships, taste dust spliffs, hit the Matrix Pig Destroyer, Anakis kiss, splatter patriots Make coast stops, my pockets with Botox Latex bitches be on cock like Blow-Pops My flows hot, my glocks like a friend Sniffin Oxy-Cottin, we rock till the popular Merciful fate, we at the gates, I hurt you for Cause Red Planets like a Magnet, it counters with Jake cuffs, runnin' from the D's and the fuzz Gut you out, rock Gas Mask, an stuff Into the void like blue velvet, goons and New synthetic designer jewels for in deserts In heaven and earth, barcodes to my girth Thats like the J.D.L. joinin' the Nation for turf Birth of the solar, we did so, write for the Goretex readin we all stand iced out cobra's
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[Verse 3: Tragedy it.. yo.. yo
Now what it be's like, niggaz wanna tight, I stay right fight, get your weak, split, shit that I spit Most Acurate, Flex writin a bit on the side of it Yo I'm tryin to get a lot of it I rock that exotic shit, spit the hottest Yo trial, might get the same giancanna get Death before dishonor shit, gangster shit Mind, 2-5 is who I'm polly with When Im tryin to score the third, it's who I holler Yo hood, its my project, objects Yo guns for my teks, yo for my lex From Q.B. to Philly, we control I stay splurgin, heads stay wrapped in Tigher than a Virgin of Ford Excursion, So how you that we don't be reppin' Whole drugs and in a dodge intrepid
Stoupe] {*New clips*}
Tragedy Khadafi] Yo Stoupe, baby, whats good Jedi Mind, the gracious, 2-5
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