Stu Bangas - Duel to the d**h lyrics

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] Can't nobody f** around with VP Or else you're gonna find yourself D-E-A-D Y'all ain't got your eye on the prize, you can't see Cause I ain't really livin' my life for Plan B Anybody brave enough to come against me Gonna find your body in the bottom of the Dead Sea How dare you ever in your life walk past me Without acknowledging this man as G-O-D I always been here, always been deranged focus The heat is always in my hand like chain smokers Hard work, dedication and sustained dopeness Bust a motherf**er's head 'til his brain opens Stay cookin' in the kitchen like we are sofrito I was always smoking wakata with poppy people I ain't never doing anything that's not illegal Read the Torah lord, black mask, black evil [Hook x2: Vinnie Paz and Mobb Deep] This is duel to the d**h, this is murder, d**h, k** Stay real, because the sun can't chill M-O-B-B, ain't nobody playin' 'round Vinnie P-P, f** around, lay around [Verse 2: Havoc] I'll have you laid out, Posturepedic Before the day's out, somebody gon' be layin' bleedin' Keep f**in' with me, bring me to the darker side Where the wolves play and nothing but your karma lie Get it back tenfold, yeah, I do you dirty I'm in my dirty dirties, that means I'm past the worry I got it mapped out, every plan hashed out Perfectly executed, squeeze 'til I'm fresh out I got goonies, all they do is stick their neck out For a n***a, cause his loyalty is nothing less And when it's on, you know they got them toolies on deck What you looking at, boy? You made of bullsh** Infamous, yeah, we celebrate life Pour liquor for the dead, k** n***as on sight When they get beside themselves, we run up right upon 'em Leave 'em where they stand and pour some f**in' liquor on 'em [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Prodigy] Let me start from the beginning at the top of the list First off, nobody can do it like this No matter how hard you try, hard you go No matter how hard your beats, ill your flow Can't f** with P, yeah, this we know I'm not a rapper, I'm a master of ceremonial Gatherings at venues is jam-packed f** rap, I'm in it for cream and that's that Tryna stop my dough? I run you off the map Tryna stop my life? I'll blow you out your hat The most thuggish, the most ruggish The most AKAs you heard of is Bandanna, banana clip, RIP I can't help it, my career don't cease My name don't wear out, I go on forever That other sh** a pa**ing fad, it won't ever