[Intro]
"9mm, tre-eight, a .38 revolver
It really hurts I had six of 'em in me, it hurts real bad, real bad
That’s why right now, instead of receiving, I ships it
Guys don't fight anymore, we used to fight but that shits done
All about shooting, takin' ’em out
When they come to the homefront, that's when we use it
And when they come shoot us, we go back and shoot them"

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
Pistol grip pump on my lap, it's a armed robbery
My akhi did 3 in the feds like he Ron Isley
You wanna go gun for gun then come party
And if it's gon' be a jihad then bomb wisely
*Batty Man*
Batty man homie, you the walking definition
Allah know I rather ask forgiveness than permission
I am on my square can't no one knock me out position
This ain't a rhyme akhi, this a fucking demolition
I am from Philly homie, everywhere is gunfire
Glock 40 cripple you, I am out before the blood dry
Every living thing grow from a seed
And these bullets got your name on them, hope you can read
See the semi auto ugly, but it definitely jams
So it's 2 revolvers on me like Yosemite Sam
Camouflage Regime, what the fuck you expect?
I ain’t asking homie, just give me my fucking respect
Toma!
[Verse 2: Tragedy Khadafi]
5 star [?] bars [?]
Lines hotter than penitentiary bars just to beat the odds
Splash you in bodily parts your organs gettin’ scarred
Young gun I been a don no rapper can hold 'em on
Any track I impact and spit my whole gorilla on
I do more than just kill a song
Physically I murder the track until the beats soul is gone
Intense heat inside of my lines as hot as the suns core
What I am ridin’ for?
Basically was born to score
Boss, you should honour more
Just a dominant force clappin' your whole squadron off
Yeah whack rappers [?]
[?] never endorsed
I just pay to knock them off and enforce a holocaust
Q be the villy inside the booth tossin' molotovs
Black Mikel Gorbachov
The hood Himen Roth
[?] lines are raw
Watch how I just get 'em off
I stepped away the whole rap game be outta sorts

[Verse 3: Iron Sheikh]
They said the Iron Sheikh hotter than hell but the soul thirsty
The game over, you can hand it up like the old derbys
Blow purpey hoes curvy like Nicole Murphy
The chrome [?]
4 murky hoes slurp me on this gold journey
My arrow in his medicine who goin’ cold turkey?
You will die alone and buy a [?] eating fire stones
I supply the bros who supply the bros
I buy the clothes for the flyest hoes, that's alotta dough
I supply the bros who supply the bros, that's a lotta dough
I gotta go
Pina colada flows
Prada coats
Custom made gabana boats with alotta [?]
No tears drippin' for beer sippers
Ancient prayer scriptures
Gucci flare zippers with weird slippers
[?]
[Verse 4: Agallah]
On Allah, that's my word, we ain't takin' no L's
Let off the fifth, after that imma pick up the shells
One of my verses get the whole team out on bail
Another verse put the Colombian up on the scale
Put the hammer to the nail I am just settin' the sail
Make me do time but nah man, the mind won't fail
Coach to this lifestyle, you gotta follow the grail
Sloppy with your gun work I see you leavin' a trail
Paz, Tragedy and Agallah helluva combo
Mafia, [?] n***as, no Sammy Gravanos
Gambino shit n***a, it's mano e mano
Multiple gunshot wounds like Paul Castellano
Yeah, it's my n***as, they wanna kill, kill, kill
I still try and tell them n***as chill, chill, chill
N***as thirsty, they wanna see the blood all spill
You a vampire n***a, you should sharpen your grill
Gats from the 3D printer, man we like Gamora
I can tell the killer by his looks and his aura
Le Coq Sportif, catch me in some Diadoras
I stand my ground, like the whole state of Florida
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