Vinnie Paz, Mobb Deep - Duel to the Death lyrics

Can't nobody fuck around with VP
Or else you're gonna find yourself D-E-A-D
Y'all ain't got your eye on the prize
You can't see
Cause I ain't really livin' my
Life for Plan B
Anybody brave enough to come against me
Gonna find your body in the
Bottom of the Dead Sea
How dare you ever in your life walk past me
Without acknowledging this man as G-O-D
I always been here
Always been deranged focus
The heat is always in my
Hand like chain smokers
Hard work, dedication and sustained dopeness
Bust a motherfucker's head 'til
His brain opens stay cookin' in the kitchen
Like we are sofrito
I was always smoking wakata with papi people
I ain't never doing anything
That's not illegal
Read the Torah lord, black mask, black evil

This is duel to the death
This is murder, death, kill
Stay real, because the sun can't chill
M-O-B-B, ain't nobody playin' 'round
Vinnie P-P, fuck around, lay around
This is duel to the death
This is murder, death, kill
Stay real, because the sun can't chill
M-O-B-B, ain't nobody playin' 'round
Vinnie P-P, fuck around, lay around

I'll have you laid out, Posturepedic
Before the day's out
Somebody gon' be layin' bleedin'
Keep fuckin' with me
Bring me to the darker side
Where the wolves play and nothing
But your karma lie
Get it back tenfold, yeah, I do you dirty
I'm in my dirty thirties
That means I'm past the worry
I got it mapped out, every plan hashed out
Perfectly executed
Squeeze 'til I'm fresh out i got goonies
All they do is stick their neck out
For a nigga
Cause his loyalty is nothing less
And when it's on
You know they got them toolies on deck
What you looking at
Boy? You ain't a boss yet
Infamous, yeah, we celebrate life
Pour liquor for the dead
Kill niggas on sight
When they get beside themselves
We run up right upon 'em
Leave 'em where they stand and pour
Some fuckin' liquor on 'em

This is duel to the death
This is murder, death, kill
Stay real, because the sun can't chill
M-O-B-B, ain't nobody playin' 'round
Vinnie P-P, fuck around, lay around
This is duel to the death
This is murder, death, kill
Stay real, because the sun can't chill
M-O-B-B, ain't nobody playin' 'round
Vinnie P-P, fuck around, lay around

Let me start from the beginning at
The top of the list
First off, nobody can do it like this
No matter how hard you try, hard you go
No matter how hard your beats, ill your flow
Can't fuck with P, yeah, this we know
I'm not a rapper
I'm a master of ceremonial
Gatherings at venues is jam packed fuck rap
I'm in it for cream and that's that
Tryna stop my dough? I run you off the map
Tryna stop my life? I'll blow
You out your hat
The most thuggish, the most ruggish
The most AKAs you heard of is
Bandanna, banana clip, RIP
I can't help it, my career don't cease
My name don't wear out, I go on forever
That other shit a passing fad, it won't ever