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Yeah, Jedi Mind Yo Stoupe, hermano, yeah [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] You talking gunplay? Well let's play with them guns See, Allah don't like ugly and you stay in the slums Pazienza take flights while you begging with bums The cult of the black virgin isn't safe in the sun Heckler & Koch, black ski mask and an onion This motherfucker crack a smile like he's laughing at somethin' Take his batiman hard like I'm snatching it from him He ain't smart enough to understand assassin's is comin' I'm blasting this son, this gun'll put you in the tomb And that whopper go (ta-ta-ta-ta) shoot through the room I [?] with goons strapped with .22's in the womb See and Pazzy's spelling something and it's usually doom Shit is gonna get ugly if you violate my space The six pack click clack barrel in his face Them jump out boys will hit you without warning Bring piles to your crib like this was a house warming (Welcome to the neighborhood!) [Chorus] [?] [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] SongtexteHold up doggy, that's the type of weapon you with? That's the type of bullshit you should've left in the whip You ain't worthy of the bullets I got left in the clip Soon as shit starts popping I go right for the grip I'm liable to flip, serial killer and it's copycat The Mossberg mean, it's 7 percent bodyfat You the main producer of predictable poonani rap Chamber pressure pushes the bullet and push his body back You cookin' in the kitchen but avoiding the chef I'm like Heisenberg, mastermind, boil the meth Homie have to take an L it's unavoidable death They say the plant'll grow sturdy if the soil is wet On some greaseball shit, overflowing with grace Don't tell me about the pain just show me the [?] On some De La shit pa, I am who I be The executioner is coming and it's probably me Muerte [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania