Scott Stallone - Brute Force 2 lyrics

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Scott Stallone - Brute Force 2 lyrics

[Speaking: Crypt the Warchild] Once again, Vinnie P. OS. Louis Dogs. Yeah, my n***a Stoupe [Verse 1: Crypt the Warchild] I put work in this game now I'm hurtin this game Put a skirt on your dame, I'm a squirt up her frame I'm a worsen the pain with a verse that's insane I'm a evil seed so the curse still remains Sip the henney f** the rock, tricked Jenny from the block With my dogs every day it's good and plenty on the block Hittin heavy when we rock, aimin steady for the shot We spaghetti up ya knot if you ain't ready call the cops Guerilla warfare when we duct tape civilians If the money's hard to earn then we must take they children Take a shot in the air let ya gun scrape the ceiling You can ask T dub how we lust hateful feelings Don't pa** mean mugs if you love to wake for livin We some cla**y thugs with a grudge to make millions We will smash ya mug, won't budge it take millions On some band and brother sh** with size we quake? [Hook:] I wanna rock (come on) Roll (come on) Ya'll wanna set it on the block (come on) Rock (come on) Roll (come on) Come one, come on The End is near, you can taste the ground We can smell your fear, as the army puts you down [Verse 2: Planetary] I got two sons a wife and a whip And I'll never f** ya chick that's a trifling b**h I rock New era fitted's and Timbs And bring ya whole crew terror every time the record spins Who wanna battle? I'm like an animal in the jungle Double shots of henney humble still makin crew's crumble Let's get it in, you fraudulent cats are still b**hin You hate, I bang Jedi and eluded in one sittin We from space to sun shape after one take And I'm 100% and that was one of Puns greats Too much you sweatin and bettin ya life one me I'm trife homie, even worst with a knife on me, quite raunchy Heavy weighters, that make it high for heavy papers If it come hot, if not then f** it... I ain't petty hater n***a we major, manufacture the wins often You feel the breeze when I rap think it's the wind talking [Hook:] I wanna rock (come on) Roll (come on) Ya'll wanna set it on the block (come on) Rock (come on) Roll (come on) Come one, come on Test me once, I'll take you out You'll see the truth as the Pharaohs put you down [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] Snake charmer, equal opportunity hate monger I hold the weight in my straight left like H. Harver Vinnie chop ya f**in head cause his blade sharper And every rhyme I f**in spit is a grenade launcher I'm an insane author, a nonhuman Who studied the? test from John von Neumann Something happens in my brain when the guitar strum Bitin me would be insane cause it scars lungs These all guns, and I can handle em You mean as much to me as uncle Sam and them So I choose not to abuse telepathy Cause it's dangerous like the Soviets weaponry Let's see whos next to me, burn at the f**in stake Then I can throw the f*ggot urn in the f**in lake Give me a f**in break you know what this is Pazienza, outerspace cousin metaphysics [Hook:] I wanna rock (come on) Roll (come on) Ya'll wanna set it on the block (come on) Rock (come on) Roll (come on) Come one, come on Test me once, I'll take you out You'll see the truth as the Pharaohs put you down The end is near, you can taste the ground We can smell your fear as the Army put you down

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