Big Don Vincenzo

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[Goretex] What up kid, Big Don Vincenzo, pushin' the Benz-o Loaded with endo, limo tint around the windows Our money sacks, we max like million dollar slacks Coked up, ready to run the hundred mile track Passing the buildings, smokin' my ganja plant with children Like Dennis Hopper, rappin' about zebras and Sicilians Predictin' stardom like a swami I'm all about cold cuts, a t-bone, soft bread and fried pastrami Eatin hearty like Luca Brasi, I gotta call Billy Batts To hit me with Sonys, Fishers, Hitachis Off the truck with silk Versace, it all be criminal Drug residual, my flows be stoned like the chemical Gold fanatic, shootin' beats like an addict Peace to all my shooters with gun stats, who makin' magic Bucktown goes BIZARRE Killing fraudulent MC's who be up in drag like Jamie Farr To the max, I keep it, rugged for days PJ's be like a maze, got these niggas in the verbal haze Goretex Mussolini, rockin zuchini My classic hip-hop's equivalent to Paganini Parmesan and baked ziti, puffin cases of beadie With cracker bitches, who look a lot like Ally Shedi Shit is real dunn, Brooklyn killers with guns So give up your funds, next time you see me on the roof-tops
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- Writers
- Lord Goat