Pistolvania 2

Lyrics

[Intro] T is for terrible, H is for Hell U is for ugly, and G is for jail 'Cause a thug can't spell T is for terrible, H is for Hell U is for ugly, and G is for jail T is for terrible, H is for Hell U is for ugly, and G is for jail [Verse 1: Jakk Frost] I done seen this gun-play change men Shootouts turn gangstas into strange men The AK drum rearrange men Kurt Russell with a bounty, I'm the Hang Man I hang men from west Philly to west Baltimore To west coast, to west Africa It's an A.O.T.P. BGC massacre They call me The Flash 'cause I throw this hot shit so fast at ya Red beams and dead dreams is all we know here Fifty shot clips and weed is all we grow here I'm from Philly dawg, you don't want to go there Even the cops get hit with the .44 here Really dawg, it's Pistolvania part two My gun'll do surgery on your brain and your heart too Plenty casualties when my crew blast niggas A Darth Vader with a beard to you Luke ass niggas [Hook: Jakk Frost] Everybody got a gun, everybody wanna ride When it's all said and done, don't nobody wanna die Talking tough in the streets, everybody wonder why At the funeral, everybody wanna cry Cry motherfucker, cry motherfucker, cry Die motherfucker, die motherfucker, die It's Pistolvania part two It's Pistolvania part two [Verse 2: Malik B] Check me out Yeah, homicide rate, nigga, I survive fate I'm in live shape, pussy, you provide hate You wearing a wire tape, my cap likes to gyrate They find the niggas all thrown through the fire escape When I walk up, bodies all chalked up On the asphalt in the dark when I spark up I got a chemical remedy full of energy Head shots mentally, show 'em my whole identity A militant, my home is Pistolvania Niggas act demonic, my brain is full of mania I got arrangements to put you on the pavement Check your brain waves and cause mental enslavement You' not ready, I pop heavy, my shot steady You wanna talk about gas? Nigga, I got Getty You not ready to get close to an overdose A militant comin' through with Jehovah clothes [Hook: Jakk Frost] Everybody got a gun, everybody wanna ride When it's all said and done, don't nobody wanna die Talking tough in the streets, everybody wonder why At the funeral, everybody wanna cry Cry motherfucker, cry motherfucker, cry Die motherfucker, die motherfucker, die It's Pistolvania part two It's Pistolvania part two [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, listen I send 'em to God, let him sort 'em out who gon' burn up Caught a couple homis, but the bodies never turned up I don't say shit like, "On fleek" or "Turnt up" Embalming on the wakata, all shermed up The new Porsche is a lot faster The blue Avatar face on the Yacht-Master Son got splashed down to bottom, all master Got caught slippin' on white like Alabasta It's dark and it's hot, it's about to be cold And these young boy' style is about to be old Young boy act Joe, so he have to be told Or have his body dump trucked up academy road Really, fuck rap, I'm about to pull the llama out Fuck the llama, I might have to pull the fucking chopper out Air your fucking whole block including your mama out I'm the one to call if you need to bring the drama out Murder [Hook: Jakk Frost] Everybody got a gun, everybody wanna ride When it's all said and done, don't nobody wanna die Talking tough in the streets, everybody wonder why At the funeral, everybody wanna cry Cry motherfucker, cry motherfucker, cry Die motherfucker, die motherfucker, die It's Pistolvania part two It's Pistolvania part two