[Intro]
9 Millimeter (Point 8)
A 38 revolver it really hurts
I had 6 of them in me It hurts real bad
(Real Bad)
That's why right now I issue then receivin’ I ships it
Guys don't fight anymore
(They don't do what we do)
They used to fight but they don’t do that anymore
Guns, all about shootin'
(Takin' em' out)
When it comes to the homefront (right) that's when we use them
(Yes) and when he comes shootin' us we go back and shoot him

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
Pistol grip pump on my lap it's armed robbery
My ahki did 3 in the feds like he Ron Isley
You wanna go gun for gun, then come party
And if this gon' be a jihad then bomb wisely
Batiman, homie you the walking definition
Allah know I’d rather ask for forgiveness than permission
I’m on my square, ain't no one can knock me out position
This ain’t a rhyme, ahki, this a fucking demolition
I'm from Philly homie, everywhere is gunfire
Glock .40 cripple you, I'm out before the blood dry
Every living thing grow from a seed
And these bullets got your name on 'em, I hope you can read
See this semi-auto ugly but it definitely jam
So it’s 2 revolvers on me like Yosemite Sam
Camouflage Regime, what the fuck you expect?
I ain't asking homie just give me my fucking respect
Toma!
[Verse 2: Tragedy Khadafi]
5-star [?] elite Akhbar
Lines harder than penitentiary bars just to beat the odds
Splash you in bodily parts, your arm is getting scarred
Young gun, I been a don, no rapper can hold 'em on
Any track on impact I spit my whole gorilla on
Do more than just kill a song
Physically i murder the track 'til the beats soul is gone
Intense heat inside of my lines hot as a sun core
Look what I'm ridin' for
Basically was born to score, boss you should honor more
Just a diamond in force clappin' your whole squadron off
Yeah whack rappers were crossed
Makhti never endorsed
I just pay to knock 'em off, and enforcin' the holocaust
[?] inside the booth tossin' molotovs
Black Mikhail Gorbachev, the hood Hyman Roth
Narcotic lines are raw, watch how I just get 'em off
If I stepped away the whole rap game be at a total loss

[Verse 3: Iron Sheikh]
They say the Iron Sheikh hotter than hell but the soul thirsty
The game over you could hang it up like the old derbys
Blow purpy hoes curvy like Nicole Murphy
The chrome hurky, but the clip long like old slurpys
Flow murky hoes slurp me on this gold journey
My heroine is medicine, who goin' cold turkey?
You'll die alone and buy and moan eating firestones
I supply the bros who supply the bros
I buy the clothes for the flyest hoes, that's a lot of dough
I supply the bros who supply the bros
That's a lot of dope
I gotta go
Pina colada flows Prada coats
Custom made Gabbana boats with a lotta dope
No tears dripping for beer sippers
Ancient prayer scriptures
Gucci flare zippers with weird slippers
[?]
[Verse 4: Agallah]
On Allah, that's my word we ain't taking no L's
Let off the 5th, after that I'ma pick up the shells
One of my verses get the whole team out on bail
Another verse put the Colombian up on the scale
Put the hammer to the nail I am just setting the sail
Make me do time but nah man my mind won't fail
Coach to this lifestyle, you gotta follow the grail
Sloppy with your gun work I see you leaving a trail
Paz, Tragedy and Agallah helluva combo
Mafia snipe n***as, no Sammy Gravanos
Gambino shit n***a, it's mano e mano
Multiple gunshot wounds like Paul Castellano
Yeah, 'cause my n***as, they wanna kill, kill, kill
I try and tell them n***as chill, chill, chill
N***as thirsty, they wanna see the blood all spill
You a vampire n***a, you should sharpen your grill
Caste you in a 3D printer man we like Gomorrah
I can tell a killer by his looks and his aura
Le Coq Sprotif, catch me in some Diadorras
Stand my ground like the whole state of Florida
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