Текст песни Kill 'Em All - Beanie Sigel , Vinnie Paz

People want to think that this is the Wild West, we don't have any laws
What we don't have is enforcement of those laws
Senator Fumo argues tougher gun laws alone won't stop shootings
Last time I checked we had a law against murder
It doesn't prevent people from killing people
The governor, the mayor, the DA, they all want stricter gun laws

Man, fuck all that bullshit
Vinnie Paz, what up? Broad Street Bully in the building
I say kill them all
Exterminate these roaches! Fuck that
You pay me or pay Carto
Pay Pells or somebody, Hawkins or somebody
Pay me or pay the funeral home, nigga
Kill all y'all niggas! What

May death come to all those who cross us (uh)
The preachers, the pastors, the deacons, coffins (coffins)
Church masses, closed caskets (closed caskets)
Bible verses, long black hearses (long black hearses)

Long-ass gats too big for holsters (uh)
Obituary posters is getting posted
The reaper closing in, he getting closer
You just fake, you blink, it's over

State prop soldier here, SK shoulder gear
Ice grill who? Hold that stare
Half a clip, now hold that there
Throw out your hip, now roll that chair, uh yeah

You missed the list of the souls I spare
I double-checked that you ain't on that there
I squeeze weapons, hollow points open up like the cobra head
Collapse lungs like a fold-up chair, flatline, clear

Kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all

Kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all

I rhyme like my life on the line, this fucking mic is mine
The past burglar, the mass murderer, the viper's shrine
A strong body could never conquer a righteous mind
Some think it's destiny, some of you think it's Christ-designed

You consider what I'm doin' like a magical art
I consider what I'm doin' like a stab through the heart
My brain moves at light speed, nothing fast as my thought
You might feel a slight breeze from the savage's heart

Y'all saying Vinnie is back but Vinnie never left
I just had these faggots hatin' and watchin' my every step
Everything with Vinnie very deadly, every breath
Everything with Vinnie very heavy, heavenly flesh

Y'all ain't fuckin' wit' weight, I'm doing steady reps
I'mma sell my shit and then skate like I was Kerry Getz
I keep my biscuit right next to where my machete rest
Everything is everything, but pussy death is death

Kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all

Kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all

Beez, what up, cuzzo?
State prop! Broad Street Bullies!
Vinnie Paz, Vin Laden! Official Pistol Gang!
Ab Liva, what up, cuzzo?
D-Boys, re-up gang! Rahh-rahh