C - Lance - k** 'em All lyrics

[Intro] [Samples] - People want to think that this is the Wild West – we don't have any laws. What we don't have is enforcement of those laws - Senator Fumo argues tougher gun laws alone won't stop shootings - Last time I checked we had a law against murder. It doesn't prevent people from k**ing people - The governor, the mayor, the DA, they all want stricter gun laws [Spoken Word] Man, f** all that bullsh**! Vinnie Paz, what up? Broad Street Bully in the building. I say k** them all! Exterminate these roaches! f** that! You pay me or pay Carto! Pay Pells or somebody. Hawkins or somebody. Pay me or pay the funeral home, n***a! k** all y'all n******gs! What! [Verse 1: Beanie Sigel] May d**h come to all those who cross us The preachers, the pastors, the deacons, coffins Church ma**es, closed caskets, Bible verses, long black hearses Long-a** gats too big for holsters. Obituary posters is getting posted The reaper closing in. He's 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 [Hook x2: Vinnie Paz] k** ‘em all, k** ‘em all k** ‘em all, k** ‘em all k** ‘em all, k** ‘em all k** ‘em all, k** ‘em all [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] I rhyme like my life on the line. This f**ing mic is mine The past burglar, the ma** 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 f*ggots hating and watching my every step Everything with Vinnie very deadly, every breath Everything with Vinnie very heavy, heavenly flesh Y'all ain't f**ing with weight. I'm doing steady reps I'mma sell my sh** and then skate like I was Kerry Getz I keep my biscuit right next to where my machete rest Everything is everything but p**y d**h is d**h [Hook x2] [Outro] 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!