Brute Force II
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Once again, Vinnie P, OS, Louie Dogs
Yeah, my nigga Sup
I put work in this game, now I'm hurtin' this game
Put a skirt on your dame, I'ma squirt on her frame
I'ma worsen the pain with a verse that's insane
I'm an evil seed so the curse still remains
Sippin' Henny, fuck the rock, trick Jenny from the block
With my dogs every day, it's good and plenty on the block
Hittin' heavy when we rock, aimin' steady for the shot
We spaghetti up your knot, if you ain't ready, call the cops
Guerilla warfare where we duct-tape civilians
If the money's hard to earn then we must take they children
Take a shot in the air, let your gun scrape the ceiling
Y'all can ask D-Dub why we lust hateful feelings
Don't pass mean mugs if you love to wait for livin'
'Cause we some classy thugs with a grudge to make millions
We will smash your mug, won't budge, it takes millions
On some Band of Brothers shit with size, we quake buildings
Y'all wanna rock? (Come on!) Roll? (Come on!)
Y'all wanna set it on the block? (Come on!)
Rock? (Come on!) Roll? (Come on!)
Come on! Come on!
The end is near, you can taste the ground
We can smell your fear as our army puts you down
I got two sons, a wife, and a whip
And I would never fuck your chick, that's a triflin' bitch
I rock New Era fitteds and Timbs
And bring your whole crew terror every time the record spins
(Who wanna battle?) I'm like an animal in the jungle
Double shots of Henny humble, still make your crew crumble
(Let's get it in) You fraudulent cats are still bitchin'
You hate, I bang Jedi, and looted in one sittin'
We from space, the sun shake after one take
And I'm one hundred percent and that was one of Pun's greats
Too much, you sweatin' and bettin' your life on me
I'm trife, homie, even worse with a knife on me
Quite raunchy, heavy weighters that make it hot for heavy paper
If it come hot, if not, then fuck it, I ain't petty, hater
Nigga, we major, we manufacture the winds often
You feel the breeze on our rap, you think it's the wind talkin'
Y'all wanna rock? (Come on!) Roll? (Come on!)
Y'all wanna set it on the block? (Come on!)
Rock? (Come on!) Roll? (Come on!)
Come on! Come on!
Test me once, I'll take you out
You'll see the truth as the pharaohs put you down
Snake charmer, equal opportunity hate monger
I hold the weight in my straight left like A. Tarver
Vinnie chop your fuckin' head 'cause his blade sharper
And every rhyme I fuckin' spit is a grenade launcher
I'm an insane author, a non-human
Who studied the sage test from John von Neumann
Something happens in my brain when the guitar strums
Bitin' me would be insane 'cause it could scar lungs
These are guns and I can handle 'em
You mean as much to me as Uncle Sam and 'em
So I choose not to abuse telepathy
Because it's dangerous like the Soviets' weaponry
Let's see who's next to be burned at the fuckin' stake
Then I can throw the faggot urn in the fuckin' lake
Give me a fuckin' break, you know what this is
Pazienza out of space, cousin, men are bitches
Y'all wanna rock? (Come on!) Roll? (Come on!)
Y'all wanna set it on the block? (Come on!)
Rock? (Come on!) Roll? (Come on!)
Come on! Come on!
Test me once, I'll take you out
You'll see the truth as the pharaohs put you down
The end is near, you can taste the ground
We can smell your fear as our army puts you down