Yev Kassem - Vinnie Paz

You just started rapping, muhfucker, Vinnie P a vet

Don’t believe me yet or this motherfucker will squeeze a TEC

How does a single one of y’all that don’t believe in sense

Twenty-five years of people saying that he a threat

I stayed away a while, I ain’t thought you need it yet

Big guns come with principles, some like he in debt

The only time you mention my name, to say that he the best

This blood clot weed’s got seeds like a Chia Pet

And y’all don’t want to be inside the precinct

Dirt-bag bunkie gon' be telling you what he think

Had to reevaluate a little bit and rethink

If I ain’t trim the fat from the beef, money, we sink

So duck when 'em hollow tips rip through the air

A fully loaded magazine, the only shit that I share

And the boat tail hollow going to rip through your gear

Every hour, every second, every minute, I swear

Yeah, my first record told you I was the assassin now

So many that’s rapping now, I need to cock it back and blaow

You the reason being whack and frail coming back in style

Cause one drop of my blood is dirtier than Pacquiao

Du-du-du-duu

Y’all don’t want to push me

Y’all a bunch of pussies

One shot’ll sit 'em down

Du-du-du-duu

Y’all a bunch of pussies

Y’all don’t want to push me

Blood clot and spin around

This is real life, money, this is not a fad

Got some young boys that buck for me like a dollar cab

Drone strike all you muhfuckers like Obama mad

You 'bout to take this life, end in Hell like Apollo had

Load the fucking hollow mag, hit in his attic

And my body only draped in magnificent fabric

Your bitch is a rabbit, the type to suck dick for the carats

What’s your life like?

How you like living embarrassed

My pistol is lavish, it’s like we’ve got a difficult marriage

Cause she don’t like the way I use her when I spit at you savage

This bitch is just magic, dumb-dumb probably shook

Vinnie fat, but he fast if it’s time to be book

I’m reminding you rook, Boxcutter talk with his hands

And if you like life, you gon' have to talk to your mans

You Padishah Emperor Shaddam, lost to the sand

This shit is simple, fam, shit is gone according to plan

Blam

Du-du-du-duu (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

Y’all don’t want to push me

Y’all a bunch of pussies

One shot’ll sit 'em down

Du-du-du-duu

Y’all a bunch of pussies

Y’all don’t want to push me

Blood clot and spin around

Du-du-du-duu (yeah)

Y’all don’t want to push me

Y’all a bunch of pussies

One shot’ll sit 'em down

Du-du-du-duu

Y’all a bunch of pussies

Y’all don’t want to push me

Blood clot and spin around

Yeah, Pack Pistol Pazzy!

J-Zone, J-Zone

Official Pistol

I’m the one you call when you need that fly shit, pop

Yeah

It’s murder, baby