Vinnie Paz - Excuse All The Blood lyrics
[Vinnie Paz - Excuse All The Blood lyrics]
Yeah, haha, yeah, yeah one two
Yeah, slum gang and all that
Yeah, c'mon, tired of you motherfuckers, look, listen
Yeah, I earn the fucking crown
You see me coming pa, you better turn the fuck around
I ain't playing around and I'll burn it to the ground
Only batiman, bumbaclot allergic to the sound
I was drinking heavy, I would take two to the clip
If I ain't know you and you came around me, you was a lick
I would hit you so hard, you would think I'm using a brick
Use a hitter, but you don't know what to do with a blick
Parkside killers was the architect
Bunny rabbit homie over here it's called a pocket check
It's a single component, it's like a bottleneck
Ever see China town? Bitch I kill Rothmans
Even if they want you, or you want to
I cross that bridge when I come to it
Some roughroll flatters and rough waters
And I was taught that only a balds who would cut corners
Bodybags еverywhere, shootеrs don't stop
Oh ma'
Bodies get stacked up, pistol get popped
Oh ma'
Bodybags еverywhere, shootеrs don't stop
Oh ma'
Bodies get stacked up, pistol get popped
Oh ma'
Yeah, the fully auto will cover a lot of ground
Translation that mean ducking a lot of rounds
Pale moon riding I'm puffing a lot of pounds
King among kings, I'm touching a lot of crowns (my king)
Close quarter fight in Okinawa
They soon got a profit of gold when you given tower
20 million b homie d when you siggin' ducka'
You fuck around with Louise you liable to meeting Hoffa
I was struggling with my ahki past
He was calling and walking on the salafi path
It hit my grizzly like a shotty blast
Jumpout boys will pop you and they Ferrari fast
I don't fear nothing it's left in Allah hands
A soldier of Allah doesn't question Allah plans
You see the time ticking ahki, savior the days
I will hit you with eleven like my favorite jays
Bodybags еverywhere, shootеrs don't stop
Oh ma'
Bodies get stacked up, pistol get popped
Oh ma'
Bodybags еverywhere, shootеrs don't stop
Oh ma'
Bodies get stacked up, pistol get popped
Oh ma'
Yeah, slum gang and all that
Yeah, c'mon, tired of you motherfuckers, look, listen
Yeah, I earn the fucking crown
You see me coming pa, you better turn the fuck around
I ain't playing around and I'll burn it to the ground
Only batiman, bumbaclot allergic to the sound
I was drinking heavy, I would take two to the clip
If I ain't know you and you came around me, you was a lick
I would hit you so hard, you would think I'm using a brick
Use a hitter, but you don't know what to do with a blick
Parkside killers was the architect
Bunny rabbit homie over here it's called a pocket check
It's a single component, it's like a bottleneck
Ever see China town? Bitch I kill Rothmans
Even if they want you, or you want to
I cross that bridge when I come to it
Some roughroll flatters and rough waters
And I was taught that only a balds who would cut corners
Bodybags еverywhere, shootеrs don't stop
Oh ma'
Bodies get stacked up, pistol get popped
Oh ma'
Bodybags еverywhere, shootеrs don't stop
Oh ma'
Bodies get stacked up, pistol get popped
Oh ma'
Yeah, the fully auto will cover a lot of ground
Translation that mean ducking a lot of rounds
Pale moon riding I'm puffing a lot of pounds
King among kings, I'm touching a lot of crowns (my king)
Close quarter fight in Okinawa
They soon got a profit of gold when you given tower
20 million b homie d when you siggin' ducka'
You fuck around with Louise you liable to meeting Hoffa
I was struggling with my ahki past
He was calling and walking on the salafi path
It hit my grizzly like a shotty blast
Jumpout boys will pop you and they Ferrari fast
I don't fear nothing it's left in Allah hands
A soldier of Allah doesn't question Allah plans
You see the time ticking ahki, savior the days
I will hit you with eleven like my favorite jays
Bodybags еverywhere, shootеrs don't stop
Oh ma'
Bodies get stacked up, pistol get popped
Oh ma'
Bodybags еverywhere, shootеrs don't stop
Oh ma'
Bodies get stacked up, pistol get popped
Oh ma'