The Black Hand

Lyrics

[Intro] (Sample) [Chorus: Vinnie Paz] Me not gwan lie Every pussy man gwan die Every batiman gwan die Every batiman gwan die Me not gwan lie Every batiman gwan die Every pussy man gwan die Every batiman gwan die [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] I ain't chasin' nothin', homie, so just give me the bag Bullets travel at the speed of Thor, hit with the mag You can fuck around, lay around, you can get dragged I will bomb on motherfuckers like I'm hittin' the tag This a death wish, homie, y'all are liable to die This is Hammurabi Code, this an eye for an eye I can see inside where his ideology lie You supposed to supply workers if you got the supply Divine retribution, pa, fire and brimstone It's a trench knife dagger and it made from a shin bone Tubular Bells ring tone The Mossberg flex make a change to your skin tone There's nothin' changin' everything is carved into stone I will cook 'em till the meat falls off of the bone What's your life like, akhi? You just sat in the fray And I'm stayin' in the hood like an African braid, Batiman! [Chorus: Vinnie Paz] Me not gwan lie Every pussy man gwan die Every batiman gwan die Every batiman gwan die (Blah, blah, blah, blah) Me not gwan lie Every batiman gwan die Every pussy man gwan die Every batiman gwan die (Blah, blah, blah, blah) [Verse 2: Demoz] Ayo, ayo, last call house send them shots at you like bartenders (BLah) Blow your brain out of the window over the car fender (Uh) I'm used to hearin' shit like, "Trust me, nigga, we got you" Same pussy you trust, same pussy that shot you Fake handshakes, phony hugs and all the smirkin' (Uh) Never trust a nigga around you that's never workin' Down to his last couple dollars, he gettin' nervous Rob you then get killed for it, it wasn't worth it The bitches sleep with you then sleep with your best friend I don't follow none of you dudes, I set trends (Hey) I ain't tryin' to tell you shit I'm tryin' to show you Keep your eyes close on the motherfuckers that owe you (Keep 'em close, man) You will catch a bullet the same minute you jack me I don't play the shotgun, nigga, I want the back seat I'm from a place where they'll rob you if you got bread And clean-cut niggas be grimier than a mob head, Moz [Chorus: Vinnie Paz] Me not gwan lie Every pussy man gwan die Every batiman gwan die Every batiman gwan die (Blah, blah, blah, blah) Me not gwan lie Every batiman gwan die Every pussy man gwan die Every batiman gwan die (Blah, blah, blah, blah) Blah