Gunpowder Plot Lyrics

Man, everybody in the city know me, y'namsayin'? [?] man, for real. A hunnid and a forty shots out here in one day, nigga. I got hit with the K, y'nah'mean? But I blessed a couple niggas out here, yah'mean?

[Intro: OT the Real]
Uh-huh? Yeah
Yeah, Pazzy I got you
OT

[Verse 1: OT the Real]
I put the pain on it
If I know they ain't cookin' it, I put the Lidocaine on it (Oh, yeah!)
My shirt got the paper planes on it
Your paperwork got a couple names on it (I see!)
My bro's gun, got a couple bodies on it
Joints on the floor, tell her do Pilates on it (Go get that)
She know I go kamikaze on it
Gun inside the pool table breakin' up Biscotti on it
Shе told me, "OT, you a boar"
Man in jail cryin', I'm like, "f*ck you do the shootin' for?"
This rabbit told for lеss time, he doin' more (He doin' more)
Like you ain't got bad grades, why they offerin' you a two to four? (Word)
I need the shells that go through the door for when they knock
My broke defensive end he gon' spin they block (Spin they block)
I told him plata plomo comprende pop
He be like, "Drop a location", and send the cops (f*ckin' rats)
I suggest you all watch City of God
Your bro got a sex case, you Nicki Minaj
The work's all on the front, the blickies is ours (That's us) And you'll get put in a cigar, p*ssy!
[Interlude: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, PPP
I'm headhuntin'
It's only wiggies, man, it's wiggies

[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
Drug traffickin', Moldova (They really movin')
The crib blacked out and it's weaponry all over (It's everywhere)
The phytochemical's Margosa (Yeah)
It's a lil' bit of work and a blick in the small sofa (It's a lil hammer in there)
He ain't flip 'cause the boi older
He ain't hard to find, he livin' in Barbosa (He livin' over there)
You think it's cold 'til it get colder
You know a muhf*cka could cook from the strong odor
I hit the neurological skids (Yeah)
Fourth density and the morphological grids (Yeah)
You ain't careful what you buyin' at sale (You not)
You stuck with a dirty bunky and you lyin' in jail (You stupid!)
Han Dynasty can hurt the Ferghana
Send a shot through the external Merkaba (pa-pa-pa-pa-pa)
Resurrect through the birth of my baba (My soul!)
Fire at you till the body is purple and aqua (Yeah)
You f*ckin' dickhead!

[Outro: Vinnie Paz]
PPP
Pack Pistol Pazzy, salute 'em
f*ck outta here
Mr. Slap-a-rapper
Pack Pistol Pazzy and all that

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