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Yeah One, two, pack pistol Pazienza Yo, Stoupe, yeah yeah this shit's crazy Yeah He ain't gonna act right He ain't got a one two Murder, murder gunplay All these killers hunt you No honor amongst thieves 'round here Sniff oc's and dump [?]'s 'round here We cook coke and sell drums 'round here We push dope and tote guns 'round here He ain't gonna act right He ain't got a one two Murder, murder gunplay All these killers hunt you No honor amongst thieves 'round here Sniff oc's and dump [?]'s 'round here We cook coke and sell drums 'round here We push dope and tote guns 'round here It's no honor amongst thieves You should've knew he was foul Ain't no beating me you dummies should've threw in the towel And if I owe you, Vinnie threw in the veil SongtexteAnd these pistols gonna blow like we do in the trap Listen, I saw son name scribbled on the document Disembodied nephilim aboriginal occupant The witchcraft watches an indivisible monument Nebuchadnezzar, the prophetic vision of Solomon A real thin line between the western and the sword Pistol gang Pazzy have you questioning the lord You backwards motherfuckers wrestling with [?] Recording in the bedroom the best you can afford There's sneaker boxes but there ain't no shoes up in the box The rap Paul Bunyan, Vinnie moving with an ox Pistolero Pazzy gonna be shooting at an ock The 50 cal barret lift a loser out his socks He ain't gonna act right He ain't got a one two Murder, murder gunplay All these killers hunt you No honor amongst thieves 'round here Sniff oc's and dump [?]'s 'round here We cook coke and sell drums 'round here We push dope and tote guns 'round here He ain't gonna act right He ain't got a one two Murder, murder gunplay All these killers hunt you No honor amongst thieves 'round here Sniff oc's and dump [?]'s 'round here We cook coke and sell drums 'round here We push dope and tote guns 'round here I ain't fucking with our money I'm just grinding through the gristle I kept my eyes peeled because I'm riding with a whistle Fiocchi hollow points, they just colliding with the tissue The makti and Gaadafi were providing me with missiles This dirty motherfucker always cooking [?] pies The same motherfucker couldn't look me in the eyes I know the fucking [?] gonna book me if he dies His head got popped boy, you shouldn't be surprised You got shooters? I got shooters, we can do the thing Once they see the guns they gonna be talking like they Pootie Tang Bullets coming back at motherfuckers like a boomerang They knock me on some stupid shit and have me doing two in chains Did a lot of talking when the powder on his man There's burn marks and gunpowder on my hand What type of shit is that? That's the move a sucker make You don't wanna scrap I'll take you out like it's a fuckin' date He ain't gonna act right He ain't got a one two Murder, murder gunplay All these killers hunt you No honor amongst thieves 'round here Sniff oc's and dump [?]'s 'round here We cook coke and sell drums 'round here We push dope and tote guns 'round here He ain't gonna act right He ain't got a one two Murder, murder gunplay All these killers hunt you No honor amongst thieves 'round here Sniff oc's and dump [?]'s 'round here We cook coke and sell drums 'round here We push dope and tote guns 'round here Yeah, pack pistol Pazzy Aus Songtexte Mania