Slight Rebellion off Madison Lyrics – Vinnie Paz
Singer: Vinnie Paz
Title: Slight Rebellion off Madison
Yeah (yeah), PPP (C’mon, man)
Pack Pistol Pazzy and all that
Black Hand Grenade, Official Pistol, AOTP
Yeah, c’mon man
Blacastan forever, k’namsayin’?
Slight Rebellion off Madison, you f#ckin’ dummy (Yeah)
Look, look
Yeah, what is you seein’ in the mirror? (What is you seein’?)
Gold shark, kodabuki [?]
Pool of blood, left his body bleedin’ in Madera (You f#ckin’ [?])
Two sticks on me like they Tia and Tamera
This the place that house a thousand blicks (Boo-boo-boom!)
This the face that launch a thousand ships (Boo-boo-boom!)
Had a couple barnacles of goose neck
I be tryin’ play the wall, do my lil’ two step (Two-step!)
I’m John Wilkes Booth with a Derringer (Bang, bang!)
[?] roof beams, sing the song salinger (Salute ’em!)
It’s grand daddy purple in the canister (It’s in there)
Mask on, they ain’t gon’ make me with the camera
Cherry-head, fifth of a noose ?
Forty below gumby cuts, Bishop and Juice (Yeah)
And my man in the can got hit with the deuce (Two years)
Into them boots, Mossberg, linen and fruits
You stupid dickhead!
Destroy Lonely “NOSTYLIST’ Official Lyrics & Meaning | Verified
My hitters get high
My shooters don’t die
No lie, woah (Woah, woah)
Sly with the four-five
All live and let die
All jive, no-no (No-no, no-no)
My hitters get high
My shooters don’t die
No lie, woah (Woah, woah)
Sly with the four-five
Y’all live and let die
All jive, no-no (No-no, no-no)
Look, talk different and walk different (We different)
Don Coscarelli, the mob with the mortician (Haha!)
This muhf#cka ain’t hit a lick till the fourth mission (Stupid!)
Why I heard a opp was cookin’ in y’all kitchen? (The f#ck? Is y’all stupid?)
If I’m talkin’, then y’all listen (Listen)
How you ask for a position and start rippin’? (f#ckin’ dickhead)
You either loyal or lost (Yeah)
Too many cooks spoil the broth (Yeah)
You inside the Chino store for a few loosies (f#ckin’ broke dickhead)
[?] and the new Gucci (That fly sh#t)
LIvia Gravia, [?] (Oh!)
We could poke you, ’cause we knife-men
Hell like Travolta and faster than grease lightnin’ (Oh!)
Well mannered and well-fed (Yeah)
Well done is better than well-said (Yeah)
My hitters get high
My shooters don’t die
No lie, woah (Woah, woah)
Sly with the four-five
All live and let die
All jive, no-no (No-no, no-no)
My hitters get high
My shooters don’t die
No lie, woah (Woah, woah)
Sly with the four-five
Y’all live and let die
All jive, no-no (No-no, no-no)
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