Lloyd’s of London

Lyrics

[Intro:] So, what got you interested in writing the song titles that you do? Where did you get those ideas from? "People I hate, I write songs about things I hate, and that's a lotta people" [Intro: Vinnie Paz] Yeah Respect the shooter! Yeah, yeah Respect the shooter! Yeah Respect the shooter! (People I hate, that's a lotta people) Yeah [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] You ain't think Jahannam real, think you could burn Still the same dickhead, you would think you would learn His energy wrong, that's the type of thing you discern It's nothing for free, homie, if I give it, it's earned We talkin' tectonic plates, that's how gravity pulls I could never blame a man for the path that he choose This a Gemstar, Glock .30, packin' my tools A wise man never bother with the action of fools It was ahks, brawls, long nights, Mescaline pills The first blicka that I touched, I was head over heels (Head over heels) Put his body in the water like a macrophyte Ishmael and Hagar in Mecca, that's a sacrifice The Mossberg, headshots straight to the dome I got akhis in the feds never makin' it home Eighteen, face-mask, jump in the van Mask-on, lights off, when I'm dumpin' the can Toma! [Hook: Block McCloud] I'm awoke and nope I can tell that they don't want the smoke We'll hit 'em in a dark (dark), alley These hammers never jam They must have thought shit was a joke but Oh no! I'm awoke, and nope I can tell that they don't want the smoke We'll hit 'em in a dark (dark), alley These hammers never jam They must have thought shit was a joke but Oh no! [Verse 2: Boob Bronx] Yeah, Bronx! Look! I try to be well mannered as fuck (Yeah) Wouldn't stop you from gettin' Timberland up Long as the scuffs minimal Rock again (yeah), the Glock for a pen Hardest part is where to begin Guilty of findin' peace inside a ruckus (Ruckus) When Gods link, Devils yell "Motherfuckers!" (Yep) Pray I fail, hope y'all see the light, you'd be alright (You'd be akright, nigga) Word, long as my shit flew with tears to it (Tears) No checkers, fuck you and your feudal efforts (Fuck outta here) Word, give 'em a second, they don't know what Chess is Just hope they don't catch holes in they fuckin' chests (Brah) Word, we leave messes just to leave a message Kings rise, especially if they came from peasants (Yeah) Seem to make it happen even if we reckless It's all energy borrowed, let that bitch breathe (Let that breathe) Yeah, hold that shit tight, let them shits leave (Brrah) [Chorus: Block McCloud] I'm awoke and nope I can tell that they don't want the smoke We'll hit 'em in a dark (dark), alley These hammers never jam They must have thought shit was a joke but Oh no! I'm awoke, and nope I can tell that they don't want the smoke We'll hit 'em in a dark (dark), alley These hammers never jam They must have thought shit was a joke but Oh no!