Vinnie Paz — Bleed for Me

[Intro: Zilla] Yo, I ain't even countin' bars man, you know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah!) I'm just going! Shit... Check... Uh! [Verse 1: Zilla (Sino)] Yo, introducin' the illest spic, Zilla rip your heart out quick (Uh-huh) I put a dart out with Paz and make the whole world sick (Let's go) That boom bap, snatch a rapper with my glue-like grip I'm the equivalent of Bruce Lee (Waaah!) if he write this I smack fire out the mic all day, Sinister Groove shit (Ooh-wops) is cocked and fightin' you on my cruise ship (Let's go) Welcome to the planet where average niggas'll bruise quick We can get it raw, call it usin' Rhythm and Blues Fist (Yea) See I'mma monster, lock-jaws, pop-fall (POP! POP! POP!) Rounds in the air, the block know it as black [?] They tried to say that I was destined to fail Until I made my city question who could bring it as real No deal, no dice; ain't no luxury here (Uh-huh) Instead, it's kill or be killed (killed) and I ain't writin' a will (Nah!) So despite all the bullshit, nonsense, setbacks (yea) I'm 'bout to show the world the way a victory feel (yea that's right) [Verse 2: Sino] Me? I'm stuck on some hood shit (That's some hood shit) My cousin clap a nigga quick, your whole melon get split (split) One shot, Why waste the whole clip? (A whole clip?) A wood tip, my flow order niggas out of order thinkin' they're the shit (Yea) Fuck a ounce, grab a brick, break it down, flood the strip Watch the law 'cause they always tryna see who doin' shit Question: Why niggas say they still affiliate with? I don't need fake friends when I'm dealing with shit You can't trust 'em, fuck 'em (fuck 'em), get 'em away quick (yea) Before they start snitchin' (snitchin') and get you locked up quick (You bitch niggas) I bang a nigga, I ain't the type to drop kick Rainy days, dark nights; I still make a profit They be really dressin' all black like they was gothic Cry in the river like Justin over your casket I'm always lookin' ahead, never dwellin' on bad shit (Uh-huh) I never hold work Sino make it fast, bitch [Chorus: Zilla] This the O.K. Corral, everybody's hands in the air (*Click-Clack*) We fixin' to shut it down Where the jewels and the paper at? Never a diplomat Official Pistol Gang 'bout to run this town It's the O.K. Corral, everybody's hands in the air (*Click-Clack*) We fixin' to shut it down Where the jewels and the paper at? Never a diplomat Official Pistol Gang 'bout to run this town - Come on! [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] Every single rhyme I write make a buildin' collapse It go from cell to cell, you can feel the synapse Matter fact, I let Blac' and Zill' kill 'em with that Three motherfuckers, three of the illest in rap We Treacherous Three, that was the pillar of rap Then Kool Moe Dee made it guerilla to rap He went at LL, went at his feelings in fact And at the same time brothers was dealin' with crack Killing 'em Softly, Slaine was the villain in that (Slaine, you my brother!) Kenny Gill, Vinnie real, he still is intact You analog, I'm digital and I'm feelin' the dat I've been raw, Tim Dog - Penicillin On Wax (R-I-P!) Poor Righteous Teacher 'cause I'm dealin' with facts What's the price of reefer when you dealin' with math Punchin' a sucker rapper, maybe I'm guilty for that He just another rapper, y'all know my feelings on that [Verse 4: Blacastan] Chauvinistic, misogynistic, in every spot I visit Bitches get twisted, my G is simplistic (haha) Even fat bitches get crushed too... 'cause I'm optimistic Director's chair, life is like a motion picture (nigga!) The scene from The Godfather, beat ya like Sunny's sister Apocalypse Now, Black Hawk Down Nigga's talk loose now, but they softer than goose downs I'm payin' no attention, layin' low like the Benz suspension Crazily slept on, but still get an honorable mention Prophetical, last man standin' like The Book of Eli Lost in Italy, I'm trynna to find a pair of felines Back to the States where the steaks is great Feelin' the hate, leavin' 'em bleedin' like females menstruate Death to those who chose to throw arrows at the Pharaohs Incineratin' your block, douse you with the Tommy Gun barrels Official Pistol Gang, bangin' guns like Al-Qaeda - What?! [Hook: Zilla] This the O.K. Corral, everybody's hands in the air (*Click-Clack*) We fixin' to shut it down Where the jewels and the paper at? Never a diplomat Official Pistol Gang 'bout to run this town It's the O.K. Corral, everybody's hands in the air (*Click-Clack*) We fixin' to shut it down Where the jewels and the paper at? Never a diplomat Official Pistol Gang 'bout to run this town - Come on!