Vinnie Paz, Beanie Sigel - Kill 'Em All lyrics

People want to think that this is
The Wild West – we don’t
Have any laws what we don’t have
Is enforcement of those laws
Senator Fumo argues tougher gun laws
Alone won’t stop shootings
Last time I checked we had a law against
Murder it doesn’t prevent people
From killing people
The governor, the mayor, the DA
They all want stricter gun laws

Man, fuck all that bullshit! Vinnie Paz
What up? Broad Street Bully in the building i
Say kill them all! Exterminate these roaches!
Fuck that! You pay me or pay
Carto! Pay Pells or somebody
Hawkins or somebody pay me or
Pay the funeral home
Nigga! Kill all y'all niggas! What!

May death come to all those who cross us
The preachers, the pastors, the deacons
Coffins church masses, closed caskets
Bible verses, long black hearses
Long-ass gats too big for holsters
Obituary posters is getting posted
The reaper closing in, he getting closer
You just fake, you blink, it’s over
State prop soldier here, SK shoulder gear
Ice grill who? Hold that stare
Half a clip, now hold that there
Throw out your hip, now roll that chair, yeah
You missed the list of the souls I spare
I double-checked that you ain’t on that there
I squeeze weapons
Hollow points open up like the cobra head
Collapse lungs like a
Fold-up chair, flatline, clear!

Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all
Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all
Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all
Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all
Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all
Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all
Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all
Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all

I rhyme like my life on the line
This fucking mic is mine
The past burglar, the mass murderer
The viper’s shrine a strong body could never
Conquer a righteous mind
Some think it’s destiny
Some of you think it’s Christ-designed
You consider what I’m doin'
Like a magical art
I consider what I’m doin' like
A stab through the heart
My brain moves at light speed
Nothing fast as my thought
You might feel a slight breeze
From the savage’s heart
Y’all saying Vinnie is back
But Vinnie never left
I just had these faggots hatin'
And watchin' my every step
Everything with Vinnie very deadly
Every breath
Everything with Vinnie very heavy
Heavenly flesh
Y’all ain’t fuckin' wit' weight
I’m doing steady reps
I’mma sell my shit and then skate
Like I was Kerry Getz
I keep my biscuit right next
To where my machete rest
Everything is everything
But pussy death is death!

Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all
Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all
Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all
Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all
Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all
Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all
Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all
Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all

Beez, what up, cuzzo? State Prop!
Broad Street Bullies! Vinnie Paz, vin
Laden! Official Pistol Gang! Ab Liva
What up, cuzzo? D-Boys, re-up gang! Rrattt!