Vinnie Paz, OT the Real - Gunpowder Plot lyrics

Man, everybody in the city
Know me, y'namsayin'? man
For real a hunnid and a
Forty shots out here in
One day, nigga i got hit with the K
Y'nah'mean?
But, I blessed a couple niggas out here
Yah'mean?

Uh, huh? yeah yeah, Pazzy I got you
OT

I put the pain on it
If I know they ain't cookin' it
I put the Lidocaine on it (Oh, yeah)
My shirt got the paper planes on it
Your paperwork got a couple names on it
(I see)
My bro's gun, got a couple bodies on it
Joints on the floor
Tell her do Pilates on it (Go get that)
She know I go kamikaze on it
Gun inside the pool table breakin'
Up Biscotti on it
Shе told me, "OT, you a boar"
Man in jail cryin', I'm like
"Fuck you do the shootin' for?"
This rabbit told for lеss time, he doin' more
(He doin' more)
Like you ain't got bad grades
Why they offerin' you a two to four? (Word)
I need the shells that go through
The door for when they knock
My broke defensive end he
Gon' spin they block (Spin they block)
I told him plata plomo comprende pop
He be like, "Drop a location"
And send the cops (Fuckin' rats)
I suggest you all watch City of God
Your bro got a sex case, you Nicki Minaj
The work's all on the front
The blickies is ours (That's us)
And you'll get put in a cigar, pussy!

Yeah, PPP i'm headhuntin'
It's only wiggies, man, it's wiggies

Drug traffickin', Moldova
(They really movin')
The crib blacked out and
It's weaponry all over (It's everywhere)
The phytochemical's Margosa (yeah)
It's a lil' bit of work and
A blick in the small sofa
(It's a lil hammer in there)
He ain't flip 'cause the boi older
He ain't hard to find, he livin' in Barbosa
(He livin' over there)
You think it's cold 'til it get colder
You know a muhfucka could cook
From the strong odor
I hit the neurological skids (yeah)
Fourth density and the morphological grids
(yeah)
You ain't careful what you buyin' at sale
(You not) you stuck with a dirty bunky
And you lyin' in jail (You stupid)
Han Dynasty can hurt the Ferghana
Send a shot through the external Merkaba
(pa pa pa pa pa)
Resurrect through the birth of my baba
Fire at you till the body is purple and aqua
(yeah) you fuckin' dickhead!

PPP pack Pistol Pazzy, salute 'em
Fuck outta here mr slap-a rapper
Pack Pistol Pazzy and all that