Gunpowder Plot

Album cover art for "Gunpowder Plot" by Vinnie Paz & OT the Real

Vinnie Paz & OT the Real - Rap

Gunpowder Plot

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Duration: 3:11

Lyrics

Man, everybody in the city know me, y'namsayin'? It go down, man, for real. A hunnid and a forty shots out here in one day, nigga. I got hit with the K, y'nah'mean? But I blessed a couple niggas out here, yah'mean? [Intro: OT the Real] Uh-huh? Yeah Yeah, Pazzy I got you OT [Verse 1: OT the Real] I put the pain on it If I know they ain't cookin' it, I put the Lidocaine on it (Oh, yeah!) My shirt got the paper planes on it Your paperwork got a couple names on it (I seen it!) My bro's gun got a couple bodies on it Joints on the floor, tell her do Pilates on it (Go get that) She know I go kamikaze on it Gun inside the pool table, breakin' up Biscotti on it Shе told me, "OT, you a boor" Man in jail cryin', I'm like, "Fuck you do the shootin' for?" This rabbit told for lеss time, he doin' more (He doin' more) Like you ain't got bad grades, why they offerin' you a tutor for? (Word) I need the shells that go through the door for when they knock My bro defensive end, he gon' spin they block (Spin they block) I told him plata o plomo, comprende pop? He be like, "Drop a location", and send the cops (Fuckin' rats) I suggest you all watch City of God (City of God) Your bro got a sex case, you Nicki Minaj (Ahh!) The work's all on the front, the blickies is ours (That's us) And you'll get put in a cigar, pussy! (Yeah, come get it) [Interlude: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, PPP Into the heart, your rugged lands (?) you ain't built like that I'm headhuntin' It's only wiggies, man, it's wiggies Into the heart, your rugged lands (?) you ain't built like that [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] Drug traffickin', Moldova (They really movin') The crib blacked out and it's weaponry all over (It's everywhere) The phytochemical's Margosa (Yeah) It's a lil' bit of work and a blick in the small sofa (It's a lil' hammer in there) He ain't flip 'cause the boy older He ain't hard to find, he livin' in Barbosa (He livin' over there) You think it's cold 'til it get colder You know a muhfucka could cook from the strong odor I hit the neurological skids (Yeah) Fourth density and the morphological grids (Yeah) You ain't careful what you buyin' and sell (You not) You stuck with a dirty bunky and you lyin' in jail (You stupid!) Han Dynasty can hurt the Ferghana Send a shot through the external Merkaba (pa-pa-pa-pa-pa) Resurrect through the birth of my baba (My soul!) Fire at you till the body is purple and aqua (Yeah) You fuckin' dickhead! [Outro: Vinnie Paz] PPP Pack Pistol Pazzy, salute 'em Into the heart, your rugged lands (?) you ain't built like that Fuck outta here Mr. Slap-a-Rapper Pack Pistol Pazzy and all that Into the heart, your rugged lands (?) you ain't built like that

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Credits

Writers
  • Vinnie Paz
  • OT the Real