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