Yeah, Pazienza baby. Billions what up cuzzo? Yeah cuzzo.
DJ Tricka. Philly in the building out here. We mobbing on you mothaf**as.
Kna mean? Official Pistol Gang and all that. It's how we get down out here.
[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 f** 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 sleepin' in God bed
Amaryte 666 on the forehead
I make dough, but I don't f** with the books
As a young boy maybe I would f** with the chooks
That's how it had to be f**in' with crooks
I'm a king in a castle so you f**in' 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 jazzport
And they will put your f**in' brains on the dashboard