[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]

Yeah, haha

One two, one two, come on

Yo, Premo, you crazy for this right here, pa

This shit hardbody

Yeah

Yeah

What I’ma hit you with, you motherfuckers better duck

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]

I’m a bull in a china shop, watch how the UZI spit

Who we with, brothers with hammers and they like too legit

I ain’t got any time for your foolishness

Raw raps from the same place where the Kufi sits

He the motherfucker always sipping Goose and shit

Stomp a rapper out, Timberland boots and shit

The left hand is what I give you the contusions with

The right hand is where I write all of the ruthless shit

Survival of the fit, on my Lil' Boosie shit

My hands are made of stone, cut from that Medusa shit

Big gold chains, we was on that dookie shit

Still run with the kids I stole the Gucci with

I punch you dead in the face, so fuck the music shit

The guns Commando, Hollywood movie shit

Y'all are weird, y'all on that Lollapalooza shit

Let the beard grow, Alhamdulillah, Sufi shit

Y’all are scared when I step inside the booth and shit

Cutting motherfuckers cell roll on some sushi shit

Y’all are cowards, y’all only talk on computer shit

This a Haitian ritual, I’m on my Voodoo shit

Yeah

[Bridge]

Find out, who’s the realest

Vinnie!

Rock it not quick

What I’mma hit you with, you motherfuckers better duck

[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]

Death before dishonor, tiger blood, y’all are fake

I let the .4-5 blocka, blocka, rob his cake

Dead Sea overlook the view from inside a grave

The dictionary definition to dominate

Y'all weak Germantown brown, lord, lots of shake

Fat bull, but my pockets never out of shape

You a bitch, security guards lock the gates

The Louis Vuitton bootleg, Prada fake

I’m trying to make the same money that Madonna make

Eyes never lie, I’m surprised that you not with Jake

Rhymes in one take, record an album in an hour straight

You a pile of waste, I see a sucker and salivate

Cutting motherfuckers off, time to consolidate

A thousand pounds of weight’ll force your heart to palpitate

It’s Armageddon for you motherfuckers, lock the date

Any bitch I meet means that I’mma copulate

My revolution will be met with Peter Tosh’s fate

That’s the reason that the God is trying to populate

A connoisseur, I can tell you how the Vodka taste

The .4-5 lift you, send you into outerspace

[Outro]

Grrah!

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Boxcutter Pazzy!

Mean Joe Preem!

DJ Premier!

Headqcourterz!

Philly to New York!

All day, baby!

It's hardbody shit!

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