[Verse 1] You funny style to me, its war when the beat drop Just another motherfucker gon see Pac You the type thatll run when the heat pop The type thatll hide a gun when he see cops But not me, Ill aim a .38 at the crown Show up the next day at the wake and frown Yeah, and then Ill laugh at the widow And my man Stoupe blast through the window Foul when I was young but I survived karma Drop bombs like a B25 on ya Yeah, its Vietnam in the trenches Just keep my seat warm on the benches I run with wild Puerto Ricans that hit Ls And study classical verses by Big L We came up in the game at the same time And beat a hundred fifty rappers with the same rhyme [Hook, samples] When touch a microphone I usually rock it Those that dont like it, then youre psychotic Its on til the death, til we settle the score Bust off, we bust back strapped ready for war, what Been down for years rockin ten for ten ? take your whole damn clan? [Verse 2] Im a mothafuckin baboon Hit you with thirtyseven stab wounds Bury your body deep in earth inside a black tomb You scared of the rain, you fairweather Im hardcore like Paul Bearer in sheer terror Ill be ready for war with suede Timbs on Yall aint ready to brawl until Vins gone Wont stop till you dead in Hell Vinnie Paz, megachild daddy, Ed Rendell Was bred to fail, yeah, because the beast in all us I was rocking Diadoras while you was eating porridge I was listening to the Hilltop Hustlers While you was ducking from sounds of popped mufflers You was playing little games with your fathers I was robbing motherfuckers for they Starters You a novice and Im a old vet And I was there when the heavens and the globe met [Hook, samples] When I touch a microphone I usually rock it Those that dont like it, then youre psychotic Its on til the death til we settle the score Bust off, we bust back strapped ready for war, what Been down for years rockin ten for ten ? take your whole damn clan? [Verse 3] We aint safe if the bomb exists So I side with the Vietnamese Communists If you with me motherfucker raise your arm and fist And we can bust a fucking cap and see if God exists I scarred your wrist, with a poisonous rusty razor If its Jedi Mind Tricks then it must be flavour And it aint safe no more Aint safe in the motherfucking place no more Get laced in your upper body, face and jaw You the type of faggot we aint got the patience for We break the law, while we pay our respect to Allah But if its beef then we be spraying your neck with a four I love to hear the sound of a corpse drop So protect your fucking neck like a cough drop Im licking four shots from different latitudes So keep it moving like a bitch that got an attitude
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