Kill 'Em All - Vinnie Paz, Beanie Sigel

— Last time I checked we had a law against murder.

It doesn’t prevent people

from killing people

— The governor, the mayor, the DA, they all want stricter gun laws

Man, fuck all that bullshit!

Vinnie Paz, what up?

Broad Street Bully in the

building.

I say kill them all!

Exterminate these roaches!

Fuck that!

You pay me or pay Carto!

Pay Pells or somebody.

Hawkins or somebody.

Pay me or pay the funeral home, nigga!

Kill all y’all niggers!

What!

May death come to all those who cross us

The preachers, the pastors, the deacons, coffins

Church masses, closed caskets

Bible verses, long black hearses

Long-ass gats too big for holsters

Obituary posters is getting posted

The reaper closing in, he getting closer

You just fake, you blink, it’s over

State prop soldier here, SK shoulder gear

Ice grill who?

Hold that stare

Half a clip, now hold that there

Throw out your hip, now roll that chair, yeah

You missed the list of the souls I spare

I double-checked that you ain’t on that there

I squeeze weapons, hollow points open up like the cobra head

Collapse lungs like a fold-up chair, flat line!

Clear

Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all

Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all

Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all

Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all

Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all

Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all

Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all

Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all

I rhyme like my life on the line.

This fucking mic is mine

The past burglar, the mass murderer, the viper’s shrine

A strong body could never conquer a righteous mind

Some think it’s destiny.

Some of you think it’s Christ-designed

You consider what I’m doing like a magical art

I consider what I’m doing like a stab through the heart

My brain moves at light speed.

Nothing fast as my thought

You might feel a slight breeze from the savage’s heart

Y’all saying Vinnie is back but Vinnie never left

I just had these faggots hating and watching my every step

Everything with Vinnie very deadly, every breath

Everything with Vinnie very heavy, heavenly flesh

Y’all ain’t fucking with weight, I’m doing steady reps

I’mma sell my shit and then skate like I was Kerry Getz

I keep my biscuit right next to where my machete rest

Everything is everything but pussy death is death

Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all

Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all

Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all

Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all

Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all

Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all

Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all

Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all

Beez, what up, cuzo?

State Prop!

Broad Street Bullies!

Vinnie Paz, Vin Laden!

Official Pistol Gang!

Ab Liva, what up, cuzo?

D-Boys, reup gang!