[Verse 1: Slaine] Make room for the heavyweight villain with foul language Formally known as low-class but now I’m distinguished Hold that: corner to corner, no room for foreigners Coroners performing their craft daily There’s a war and it’s morbid Twenty-four and it’s ease to close at his own wake Our chest plates, filled with ice cold hearts that don’t break Respect my G’s, fouls and rejects Respect those bullets, bloody bullies battle for respect Any cities up inside of this northeast corridor We sported quarters of raw imported all from Florida Now the whole block’s flooded with cut coke We don’t stop leaving youngins gutted, it’s cut-throat Sometimes I’m rolling dolo in a stolen polo But I’m still true to my crew, I’m never going solo All these cold winter nights that keep the ice in my blood I’ll spill the guts out of this bitch and ditch a knife in the mud
[Chorus: Vinnie Paz] It’s Pazienza, Coka, goon music, listen Stick you for the only pot you got to piss in Vinnie P put the key in the ignition When we get back, Lord, we shine and glisten It’s Pazienza, Coka, goon music, listen Stick you for the only pot you got to piss in Vinnie P put the key in the ignition When we get back, Lord, we shine and glisten
[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] Respect my G, y’all sound nervous Respect everything that I do or found murdered Y'all servants, y'all blind without purpose Stay high walking with guns without permits Snake bite came in my life with foul serpent Amorite blind from birth, Lord, he worthless All of y'all signs of ignorance is earthless All of my mind is vigilance and churchless I don’t want to splash Ahk, cause Allah made him And I don’t want the faggot PO to violate him AR-15 big, it’ll annihilate him You ain't ever gonna eat this is starvation Try to sell wolf tickets, feed Allah bacon Try to bite the hand that feeds y'all, violation Pussy boy get spotted like Dalmatian Looked for God in wrong place so he found Satan
[Chorus: Slaine] This is Slaine, homie, goon chasing goon music, listen This is the only pot I ever had to piss in The odds against me, I'm a fight with my own hands These are the words I’ve been writing as a grown man This is Slaine, homie, goon chasing goon music, listen This is the only pot I ever had to piss in The odds against me, I'm a fight with my own hands These are the words I’ve been writing as a grown man
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This track features Slaine and Ill Bill of La Coka Nostra, and is produced by Havoc of Mobb Deep
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