Vinnie Paz - Bleed For Me lyrics

Yo I ain't even counting bars man you know what I'm sayin' (Ew) I'm just goin' [Zilla:] Yo introducin' the illest spic, Zilla rip your heart out quick I put a thought out with Paz and make the whole world sick Boom bat snatch a rapper with my glue-like grip I'm the equivalent of Bruce Lee, free-write this Smack fire out the mic all day, sinister groove sh** Oooaah [?] and fightin' you on my cruise ship Welcome to the planet where average n***as'll bruise quick We can get it raw, call it using rhythm and blues fist See I'm a monster, lock jaws, pop off Rounds in the air, the block know it as [?] They tried to say that I was destined to fail Until I made my city question who could bring it as real No deal, no dice, ain't luxury here Instead it's k** or be k**ed and I ain't writing a will Despite all the bullsh**, nonsense, setbacks I'm 'bout to show the world what your victory feel Males stuck on some hood sh** My cousin clap a n***a quick Your whole melon get split One shot, why waste a whole clip? A wood tip, my flow order n***as out of outta thinkin' they they sh** f** a ounce, grab a brick, break it down, flood the strip Watch the law cuz they always tryna who doin' sh** Question: why n***as say they still affiliate with I don't need fake friends when I'm dealing with sh** You can't trus 'em, f** 'em, get 'em away quick Before they start snitchin' and get you locked up quick I bang a n***a, I ain't the type drop kick Rainy days, dark nights, I still make a profit They be really dressin' all black like they was gothic Cry in the river like Justin over you casket I'm always lookin' ahead, never dwellin' on bad sh** I never hold work Sino make it fast [?] [Sino:] This OK corral, everbody's hands in the air We fixin' to shut it down Where the j**els and the paper at Never a diplomat Official Pistol Gang 'bout to run this town It's the OK corral, everybody's hands in the air We fixin' to shut it down Where the j**els and the paper at Never a diplomat Official Pistol Gang 'bout to run this town come on! [Vinnie Paz:] Every single rhyme I write make a buildin' collapse It go from cell to cell, you can feel the synapse Matter fact, I let Blac and Zill k** 'em with that Three muhf**as, three of the illest in rap We treacherous three, that was the peel of rat The Kool Moe D made it guerilla da rap He winnin' LL when it is Phillips in fact And at the same time brothers was dealin' with crack k**in' 'em softly, Slaine was the villain in that Kenny Gill, Vinnie real, he still is intact You an*log, I'm digital and I'm feelin' the dat I've been raw, Tim Dog had the ceilin' on wax Paul ritcheous teacher cuz I'm dealin' with facts Was the price of reefer when you dealin' with math Punch in a s**er rapper, maybe I'm guilty for that He just another rapper, y'all know my feelin's on that [Blacastan:] Chauvinistic mysogonistic in every spot I visit b**hes get twisted, my G simplistic Even fat b**hes get crushed too cuz I'm optimistic Director's chair, life is like a motion picture Scene from The Godfather, beat ya like Sunny's sister Apocalypse now, Black Hawk down n***a's talk loose now, but they softer than goose downs I'm payin' no attention, layin' low like the benz suspension Crazily slept on, but still get an honorable mention Prophetical, last man standin' like The Book of Eli Lost in Italy, I'm trying to find a pair of felines Back to states where the steaks is great Feelin' ahead leavin' them bleedin like females menstruate d**h to those who chose to throw arrows at the pharaohs Incineratin' your block, douse you with the Tommy Gun barrels Official Pistol Gang, bangin' guns like Al-Qaedo [Sino:] This OK corral, everbody's hands in the air We fixin' to shut it down Where the j**els and the paper at Never a diplomat Official Pistol Gang 'bout to run this town It's the OK corral, everybody's hands in the air We fixin' to shut it down Where the j**els and the paper at Never a diplomat Official Pistol Gang 'bout to run this town come on!