Iron Tusk - Vinnie Paz, Conway

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How you want it when you want it nigga?

Y’kna mean?

Look, the bag buried in the yard by the pit bulls

Hollows in the HK, got a clip full

Niggas be thinking that my shit’s good

They don’t know I took ten losses last year, '96 Bulls

But I ain’t tripping, 'cause my wrist good

Fuck these industry niggas, I’m '96 Suge

Hang you off the balcony for a brick

Trigger on the fifth get pulled

Who would’ve thought I’d be this good?

Told you I’m a different dude

I went from sleeping on a cot to hitting the lot to pick and choose

Stomp a nigga till he didn’t move

There’s blood on the bottom

Got my 750s looking like Christian Loos

Damn, these niggas is stressed looking deprived

I’ll put you to sleep, you can rest good in the sky

I just go in the booth, I’m like Westbrook on the drive

I’m better than just good, the best nigga is I, motherfucker

You better duck muhfucker when the fifth blow rounds

'Cause I’m here mean I’m here, pussy ten toes down

And I suggest you ain’t around when this shit go down

And the Gucci on the crown is a retro brown

Listen par, everything you be saying is noise

I’m a man, you a pedophile playing with boys

I’m must be soften' up a little, 'cause I gave you a choice

I’mma have to ask God why he gave you a voice

Who these dumb muhfuckers that’s believing it’s geek

Because the numbers never lie, pussy read it and weep

But the Twitter figures telling me you eager to sleep

How you always in the crib and say you be in the street?

You’s a batiman, B you need to get out the house more

This soft muhfucker need to button his blouse more

You eating?

Money, why you always sleep on the couch for?

And I don’t do battles, par, this is all out war

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