The Black Hand lyrics

[Intro]
(Sample)

[Chorus: Vinnie Paz]
Me not gwan lie
Every pus*y man gwan die
Every batiman gwan die
Every batiman gwan die
Me not gwan lie
Every batiman gwan die
Every pus*y man gwan die
Every batiman gwan die

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
I ain't chasin' nothin', homie, so just give me the bag
Bullets travel at the speed of Thor, hit with the mag
You can f*ck around, lay around, you can get dragged
I will bomb on motherf*ckers like I'm hittin' the tag
This a death wish, homie, y'all are liable to die
This is Hammurabi Code, this an eye for an eye
I can see inside where his ideology lie
You supposed to supply workers if you got the supply
Divine retribution, pa, fire and brimstone
It's a trench knife dagger and it made from a shin bone
Tubular Bells ring tone
The Mossberg flex make a change to your skin tone
There's nothin' changin' everything is carved into stone
I will cook 'em till the meat falls off of the bone
What's your life like, akhi? You just sat in the fray
And I'm stayin' in the hood like an African braid, Batiman!
[Chorus: Vinnie Paz]
Me not gwan lie
Every pus*y man gwan die
Every batiman gwan die
Every batiman gwan die (Blah, blah, blah, blah)
Me not gwan lie
Every batiman gwan die
Every pus*y man gwan die
Every batiman gwan die (Blah, blah, blah, blah)

[Verse 2: Demoz]
Ayo, ayo, last call house send them shots at you like bartenders (BLah)
Blow your brain out of the window over the car fender (Uh)
I'm used to hearin' sh*t like, "Trust me, n*gga, we got you"
Same pus*y you trust, same pus*y that shot you
Fake handshakes, phony hugs and all the smirkin' (Uh)
Never trust a n*gga around you that's never workin'
Down to his last couple dollars, he gettin' nervous
Rob you then get killed for it, it wasn't worth it
The b*tches sleep with you then sleep with your best friend
I don't follow none of you dudes, I set trends (Hey)
I ain't tryin' to tell you sh*t I'm tryin' to show you
Keep your eyes close on the motherf*ckers that owe you (Keep 'em close, man)
You will catch a bullet the same minute you jack me
I don't play the shotgun, n*gga, I want the back seat
I'm from a place where they'll rob you if you got bread
And clean-cut n*ggas be grimier than a mob head, Moz
[Chorus: Vinnie Paz]
Me not gwan lie
Every pus*y man gwan die
Every batiman gwan die
Every batiman gwan die (Blah, blah, blah, blah)
Me not gwan lie
Every batiman gwan die
Every pus*y man gwan die
Every batiman gwan die (Blah, blah, blah, blah)
Blah