Righteous Revenge

Lyrics

Yeah, Pazienza baby, what up cuzzo? Yeah cuzzo, DJ Tricka Philly in the building out here We mobbing on you motherfuckers! Official Pistol Gang and all that It's how we get down out here [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] I don't mean to brag but the knife work nice And the rhyme's so evil that it might hurt Christ, yeah Don't fuck around if you like your life And the pistol always on me like it's white on rice Once I hit the block cousin, it's all rad Spray them with the four-five Glock and they all dead Devil tried sleeping in God bed Amaryte 666 on the forehead I make dough, but I don't fuck with the books As a young boy maybe I would fuck with the chooks That's how it had to be fuckin' with crooks I'm a king in a castle so you fuckin' with rooks Anyone want beef just ask for it He can catch a universe ?? and get trashed for it I keep a couple ratchets in the jazz port And they will put your fuckin' brains on the dashboard