Curse of Canaan

Lyrics

[Intro: Kurupt, Vinnie Paz] Yeah, man Fuck these niggas, man, we gon' keep pushin' that mothafuckin' line Yeah, c'mon, man, stop fuckin' around with me, man Gotti! Look, I'm done with y'all Keep my muhfuckin' name out your mouth Yeah [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] Listen shorty, I lift the forty Springfield Armory on me, that shit a orgy I got a couple flippers and they flippin' for me Weighin' a brick of coffee to Rick and Morty Motherfuckers is shooting at you like Victor Charlie (VC) Greaseballs and tailored suits like Vince Lombardi (Oh!) I want the barley in this Bacardi This fist Mugabe, Penny Dreadful, Sister Molly Listen I will really ruin you Mossberg, Snow Goose, I will really boom you (Boom, boom, boom) Crackheads, fair play is turnabout Tuco Salamanca, Jimmy McGill, Ehrmantraut Akhs stop you is not lethal (You not) Non-profit, I'll pop a rocket, we not equal (Pop, pop, pop) I will burn 'em, word to mother (word to mother) One good turn deserve another [Chorus: Kurupt] You not me, you not me (you not me) I'm not you, I'm not you (I'm not you) You not me, you not me What you gon' do? Man I'm tired of these niggas that's playing these games with me You not me, you not me (you not me) I'm not you, I'm not you (I'm not you) You not me, you not me What you gon' do? [Verse 2: Kurupt] Two to the chest, his chin and then his kidney Man I ain't hear you nigga, what you say? I said my mechanical iron flatline your torso Novocain your pain, pits, crocs and Cane Corsos What more can I say? I'm in horse mode HRSMN, strays will sever your vertebrae I'm ignant, indigenous in stereo I'm live, shells through your speakers, Mysterio Upset your stomach, digest this indigestion Cock akhs incisions, pop rocks to you pigeons Spread like monkeypox, spontaneous interventions Excavate and drill your mental, your inner vision It's pure disturbia, passion, never heard of ya Notice that I'm curving ya like a bitch I ain't with the hoe games, homie Take you back to Philly, niggas get chewed up like hoagies Take you back to Vegas, post on the strip where the hoes be Me, Pimpin' Young, Lil Pimpin' and Spodee It's the Gotti Way only, little homie, they on me Learned my game from Macaroni Tony, deal with Sony My little brother Scodie got the .40 on him I told Leelee pick me up in the morning Like ProHoeZak said my location's unknown And I'ma keep on rolling, Suga Free in Pomona [Chorus: Kurupt] You not me, you not me (you not me) I'm not you, I'm not you (I'm not you) You not me, you not me What you gon' do? Man I'm tired of these niggas that's playing these games with me You not me, you not me (you not me) I'm not you, I'm not you (I'm not you) You not me, you not me What you gon' do?