Vinnie Paz, Jakk Frost, Malik B. - Pistolvania 2 lyrics
[Vinnie Paz, Jakk Frost, Malik B. - Pistolvania 2 lyrics]
T is for terrible, H is for Hell
U is for ugly, and G is for jail
'Cause a thug can't spell
T is for terrible, H is for Hell
U is for ugly, and G is for jail
T is for terrible, H is for Hell
U is for ugly, and G is for jail
I done seen this gun-play change men
Shootouts turn gangstas into strange men
The AK drum rearrange men
Kurt Russell with a bounty, I'm the Hang Man
I hang men from west Philly to west Baltimore
To west coast, to west Africa
It's an AOTP bGC massacre
They call me The Flash 'cause I throw
This hot shit so fast at ya
Red beams and dead dreams is all we know here
Fifty shot clips and weed is all we grow here
I'm from Philly dawg
You don't want to go there
Even the cops get hit with the 44 here
Really dawg, it's Pistolvania part two
My gun'll do surgery on your
Brain and your heart too
Plenty casualties when my crew blast niggas
A Darth Vader with a beard
To you Luke ass niggas
Everybody got a gun, everybody wanna ride
When it's all said and done
Don't nobody wanna die
Talking tough in the streets
Everybody wonder why
At the funeral, everybody wanna cry
Cry motherfucker, cry motherfucker, cry
Die motherfucker, die motherfucker, die
It's Pistolvania part two
It's Pistolvania part two
Check me out
Yeah, homicide rate, nigga, I survive fate
I'm in live shape, pussy, you provide hate
You wearing a wire tape
My cap likes to gyrate
They find the niggas all thrown
Through the fire escape
When I walk up, bodies all chalked up
On the asphalt in the dark when I spark up
I got a chemical remedy full of energy
Head shots mentally
Show 'em my whole identity
A militant, my home is Pistolvania
Niggas act demonic, my brain is full of mania
I got arrangements to put you on the pavement
Check your brain waves and
Cause mental enslavement
You' not ready, I pop heavy, my shot steady
You wanna talk about gas? Nigga, I got Getty
You not ready to get close to an overdose
A militant comin' through
With Jehovah clothes
Everybody got a gun, everybody wanna ride
When it's all said and done
Don't nobody wanna die
Talking tough in the streets
Everybody wonder why
At the funeral, everybody wanna cry
Cry motherfucker, cry motherfucker, cry
Die motherfucker, die motherfucker, die
It's Pistolvania part two
It's Pistolvania part two
Yeah, listen i send 'em to God
Let him sort 'em out who gon' burn up
Caught a couple homis
But the bodies never turned up
I don't say shit like
"On fleek" or "Turnt up"
Embalming on the wakata, all shermed up
The new Porsche is a lot faster
The blue Avatar face on the Yacht-Master
Son got splashed down to bottom, all master
Got caught slippin' on white like Alabasta
It's dark and it's hot
It's about to be cold
And these young boy' style is
About to be old
Young boy act Joe, so he have to be told
Or have his body dump trucked up academy road
Really, fuck rap
I'm about to pull the llama out
Fuck the llama
I might have to pull the fucking chopper out
Air your fucking whole block
Including your mama out
I'm the one to call if you
Need to bring the drama out murder
Everybody got a gun, everybody wanna ride
When it's all said and done
Don't nobody wanna die
Talking tough in the streets
Everybody wonder why
At the funeral, everybody wanna cry
Cry motherfucker, cry motherfucker, cry
Die motherfucker, die motherfucker, die
It's Pistolvania part two
It's Pistolvania part two
U is for ugly, and G is for jail
'Cause a thug can't spell
T is for terrible, H is for Hell
U is for ugly, and G is for jail
T is for terrible, H is for Hell
U is for ugly, and G is for jail
I done seen this gun-play change men
Shootouts turn gangstas into strange men
The AK drum rearrange men
Kurt Russell with a bounty, I'm the Hang Man
I hang men from west Philly to west Baltimore
To west coast, to west Africa
It's an AOTP bGC massacre
They call me The Flash 'cause I throw
This hot shit so fast at ya
Red beams and dead dreams is all we know here
Fifty shot clips and weed is all we grow here
I'm from Philly dawg
You don't want to go there
Even the cops get hit with the 44 here
Really dawg, it's Pistolvania part two
My gun'll do surgery on your
Brain and your heart too
Plenty casualties when my crew blast niggas
A Darth Vader with a beard
To you Luke ass niggas
Everybody got a gun, everybody wanna ride
When it's all said and done
Don't nobody wanna die
Talking tough in the streets
Everybody wonder why
At the funeral, everybody wanna cry
Cry motherfucker, cry motherfucker, cry
Die motherfucker, die motherfucker, die
It's Pistolvania part two
It's Pistolvania part two
Check me out
Yeah, homicide rate, nigga, I survive fate
I'm in live shape, pussy, you provide hate
You wearing a wire tape
My cap likes to gyrate
They find the niggas all thrown
Through the fire escape
When I walk up, bodies all chalked up
On the asphalt in the dark when I spark up
I got a chemical remedy full of energy
Head shots mentally
Show 'em my whole identity
A militant, my home is Pistolvania
Niggas act demonic, my brain is full of mania
I got arrangements to put you on the pavement
Check your brain waves and
Cause mental enslavement
You' not ready, I pop heavy, my shot steady
You wanna talk about gas? Nigga, I got Getty
You not ready to get close to an overdose
A militant comin' through
With Jehovah clothes
Everybody got a gun, everybody wanna ride
When it's all said and done
Don't nobody wanna die
Talking tough in the streets
Everybody wonder why
At the funeral, everybody wanna cry
Cry motherfucker, cry motherfucker, cry
Die motherfucker, die motherfucker, die
It's Pistolvania part two
It's Pistolvania part two
Yeah, listen i send 'em to God
Let him sort 'em out who gon' burn up
Caught a couple homis
But the bodies never turned up
I don't say shit like
"On fleek" or "Turnt up"
Embalming on the wakata, all shermed up
The new Porsche is a lot faster
The blue Avatar face on the Yacht-Master
Son got splashed down to bottom, all master
Got caught slippin' on white like Alabasta
It's dark and it's hot
It's about to be cold
And these young boy' style is
About to be old
Young boy act Joe, so he have to be told
Or have his body dump trucked up academy road
Really, fuck rap
I'm about to pull the llama out
Fuck the llama
I might have to pull the fucking chopper out
Air your fucking whole block
Including your mama out
I'm the one to call if you
Need to bring the drama out murder
Everybody got a gun, everybody wanna ride
When it's all said and done
Don't nobody wanna die
Talking tough in the streets
Everybody wonder why
At the funeral, everybody wanna cry
Cry motherfucker, cry motherfucker, cry
Die motherfucker, die motherfucker, die
It's Pistolvania part two
It's Pistolvania part two