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Yeah, Pazienza baby. Billions what up cuzzo? Yeah cuzzo. DJ Tricka. Philly in the building out here. We mobbing on you mothafuckas. Kna mean? Official Pistol Gang and all that. It's how we get down out here. [Verse: 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 sleepin' 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 jazzport And they will put your fuckin' brains on the dashboard From Letras Mania