Curse of Canaan lyrics

[Intro: Kurupt, Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, man
f*ck these n*ggas, man, we gon' keep pushin' that mothaf*ckin' line
Yeah, c'mon, man, stop f*ckin' around with me, man
Gotti!
Look, I'm done with y'all
Keep my muhf*ckin' name out your mouth
Yeah

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
Listen shorty, I lift the forty
Springfield Armory on me, that sh*t a orgy
I got a couple flippers and they flippin' for me
Weighin’ a brick of coffee to Rick and Morty
Motherf*ckers is shooting at you like Victor Charlie (VC)
Greaseballs and tailored suits like Vince Lombardi (Oh!)
I want the barley in this Bacardi
This fist Mugabe, Penny Dreadful, Sister Molly
Listen I will really ruin you
Mossberg, Snow Goose, I will really boom you (Boom, boom, boom)
Crackheads, fair play is turnabout
Tuco Salamanca, Jimmy McGill, Ehrmantraut
Akhs stop you is not lethal (You not)
Non-profit, I'll pop a rocket, we not equal (Pop, pop, pop)
I will burn 'em, word to mother (word to mother)
One good turn deserve another
[Chorus: Kurupt]
You not me, you not me (you not me)
I'm not you, I'm not you (I'm not you)
You not me, you not me
What you gon' do?
Man I'm tired of these n*ggas that's playing these games with me
You not me, you not me (you not me)
I'm not you, I'm not you (I'm not you)
You not me, you not me
What you gon' do?

[Verse 2: Kurupt]
Two to the chest, his chin and then his kidney
Man I ain't hear you n*gga, what you say?
I said my mechanical iron flatline your torso
Novocain your pain, pits, crocs and Cane Corsos
What more can I say? I'm in horse mode
HRSMN, strays will sever your vertebrae
I'm ignant, indigenous in stereo
I'm live, shells through your speakers, Mysterio
Upset your stomach, digest this indigestion
c*ck akhs incisions, pop rocks to you pigeons
Spread like monkeypox, spontaneous interventions
Excavate and drill your mental, your inner vision
It's pure disturbia, passion, never heard of ya
Notice that I'm curving ya like a b*tch
I ain't with the hoe games, homie
Take you back to Philly, n*ggas get chewed up like hoagies
Take you back to Vegas, post on the strip where the hoes be
Me, Pimpin' Young, Lil Pimpin' and Spodee
It's the Gotti Way only, little homie, they on me
Learned my game from Macaroni Tony, deal with Sony
My little brother Scodie got the .40 on him
I told Leelee pick me up in the morning
Like ProHoeZak said my location's unknown
And I'ma keep on rolling, Suga Free in Pomona
[Chorus: Kurupt]
You not me, you not me (you not me)
I'm not you, I'm not you (I'm not you)
You not me, you not me
What you gon' do?
Man I'm tired of these n*ggas that's playing these games with me
You not me, you not me (you not me)
I'm not you, I'm not you (I'm not you)
You not me, you not me
What you gon' do?