Jedi Mind Tricks — Dont Get Blood On My Gucci

[Verse 1: Demoz] Ayo, never put a thot over your man Shit'll get real ugly like when you cock a Glock in a jam Gotta watch for the plot and the scams You see a bitch in a car, I see a motherfucking cop in a van Look I ain't getting shot nigga, I'ma drop it and scram You bit the hand that fed you and got shot in the hand Fuck being all local, I'ma pop in Japan I'm hot like fries when they fucking drop in the pan You hoppin' on bandwagons, I hop in my bag And spit bars, see, your mom and your pop is a fan Look, a bitch nigga tries to cross me like a crossing guard I'ma rock his ass like a automart Get out the car catch his ass at the red light Then light his ass up like some headlights Blow his brains left 'cause he ain't have his head right And if you talk shit there gon' be a lot of dead mice [Hook: Vinnie Paz, sample scratching] Fuck around and gеt shot, my friend 'Cause you can get shot again You don't wanna diе Bring it back Fuck around and get shot, my friend 'Cause you can get shot again You don't wanna die Bring it back [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] Look, it's deeper than a grudge Hammer in my hand, you would think I was a judge If we apply pressure then I'm thinking he would budge Food up on my bootstraps peeking out the mud That's word to my mama You know I gon' be holding a stick like I'm Bob Barker Don Giovanni a fly opper The work is gon' move from Uganda to Mombasa I'm waiting 'til the end of the mil' Until you recognize you got the wrong end of the deal


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