[Intro: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah
Pistolero Pazzy and all that
Stu Ferrigno
Yeah
Look, aight, one-two

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]:
Bumbaclot, you could die out here
This a different set of rules we abide by here
Them yoppas is always out, we do drive-bys here
Y'all are hippies, Vinnie don't allow tie-dye here
This the book of Exodus, it's Mount Sinai here
You get punched in the fucking face for looking side-eyed here
No hablo inglés, pardner, we play salsa here
I got shooters that took a charge they like ta-ta here
Chop his fucking head, cock it back for the click-clack
Stray shots hit 'em in the abdomen the six pack
The 40. Cal bullets size smaller than a tic-tac
Beretta 84 Cheetah hit em like a Chit sack
The Taurus jammed too much, pa, so I can't bother
The Nighthawk blammin', it touch you like Bambaattaa
How many more of y'all gon' be catching the fate?
And everybody mad looking at the mess that I made
Stupid!
[Chorus: Tragedy Khadafi]
Stop it, y'all little dudes been out of pocket
Your whole wardrobe comin' out your girl's closet
You need to get back inside the closet
'Fore we unleash the rockets, c'mon, stop it
Stop it, y'all little dudes been out of pocket
Your whole wardrobe comin' out your girl's closet
You need to get back inside the closet
'Fore we unleash the rockets c'mon stop it

[Verse 2: Tragedy Khadafi]
Don't have me push a button flyin' all type of kites
Deprive you of oxygen, deprive you of life
Slugs flyin' out of nines inside your windpipes
This the difference between survivin' and living life
Stop the barkin' before I make the gun bite
My faculty's in order, underworld supporter
Sodom Gomorrah, sodomize mics for four quarters
Get it the hustle, hustle to get it that's off the muscle
Queue the apocalypse, the iron jungle
A hundred miles runnin' N***as Wit' Attitude'll gun you
Look what it come to, set it out when the god come through
Tranquilo or humble, more dope than a bundle
War tactics, artifacts, it's all actual
Khadaf no gay, Khadaf no play, Khadaf the
Black Caeser you sweeter than Stevie J
(You sweeter than Stevie J)
[Chorus: Vinnie Paz and Tragedy Khadafi]
Stop it, y'all little dudes been out of pocket
Your whole wardrobe comin' out your girl's closet
You need to get back inside the closet
'Fore we unleash the rockets, c'mon, stop it
Stop it, y'all little dudes been out of pocket
Your whole wardrobe comin' out your girl's closet
You need to get back inside the closet
'Fore we unleash the rockets c'mon stop it

[Outro]
(C'mon stop it)
(C'mon stop it)
Stop