paroles de chanson Nineteen Ninety Three - Vinnie Paz
Yeah
Yo
E,
what
up
God?
Stomping
in
the
forty
below
troopers
and
all
that
Triple
fat
goose
jackets
Know
what
I
mean?
Alright
listen
Come
on
Yeah
Yeah
there's
a
rumble
and
money
got
crushed
into
rubble
For
fakin'
the
funk
inside
the
concrete
jungle
DJ
Eclipse
on
the
cut
with
Bill
with
him
Sucker
MCs
well
you
can
go
to
hell
with
him
Well
this
is
a
war
here,
it's
Vietnam
here
The
five
percent
Nation
of
Brothers
of
Allah
here
Whether
he
good
or
not,
you
soft
as
a
Pudding
Pop
He
ain't
halal,
but
he
got
cut
in
the
butcher
shop
You
can't
touch
the
mic,
you
don't
deserve
to
If
he
didn't
learn
too,
then
he
getting
burned
too
The
Kings
and
Queens
are
rebuilding
they
throne
With
hardcore
drums
that's
as
ill
as
J-Zone
Suckers
are
petrol,
so
they
better
let
go
'Cause
I'm
the
human
lightning
bolt
like
Electro
Y'all
ain't
stepping
up,
cause
y'all
ain't
deaf'n
up
Yo,
DJ
Eclipse
just
cut
the
record
up
You
laid
in
the
dirt
and
got
put
into
a
hearse
Suckers
try
to
battle
but
they
get
they
heads
burst
Aye,
y'all
couldn't
move
me,
I
cut
'em
like
sushi
The
word
is
a
gun
and
it'll
spray
like
an
Uzi
I
built
with
the
Gods
until
knowledge
is
born
on
'em
It
took
a
little
while
for
the
science
to
dawn
on
'em
You
fade
like
a
barber,
my
blade
was
just
sharper
The
Son
that
was
born
was
the
same
as
the
Father
None
of
y'all
could
come
before
me
or
come
after
me
You
fucking
with
Paz
then
it
could
be
a
catastrophe
Knowledge
is
infinite,
you
couldn't
live
with
it
Suckers
will
fade
and
get
played
like
an
instrument
Nothing
can
harm
me,
why
try
bomb
me?
You
couldn't
fuck
around
with
Paz
with
the
Army
Thirty-two
bars
of
death
will
shut
'em
up
DJ
Eclipse
on
the
wheel,
so
cut
it
up
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