Vinnie Paz Curse Of Canaan (feat. Kurupt)
[Intro: Kurupt, Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, man
Fuck these niggas, man, we gon' keep pushin' that mothafuckin' line
Yeah, c'mon, man, stop f..ckin' around with me, man
Look, I'm done with y'all
Keep my muhfuckin' name out ya mouth
Yeah
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
Listen shorty, I lift the forty
Springfield Armory on me, that shit a orgy
I got a couple flippers and they flippin' for me
While you done drinking coffee with Rick and Morty
Motherfuckers is shooting at you like Victor Charlie (VC)
Greaseballs and tailored suits like Vince Lombardi (Oh!)
I'm winning barley and this Bacardi
This new girly, Penny Dreadful, Sister Molly
Listen I will really ruin you
Mossberg, Snow Goose, I will really boom you (Boom, boom, boom)
Crackheads, fair players turnabout
Tuco Salamanca, Jimmy McGill, Ehrmantraut
Akhs stop you is not lethal (You not)
Not propping, 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 niggas 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 nigga, 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
Horseman, 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
Cock akhs incisions, pop rocks to you pigeons
Spread like monkeypox, spontaneous intervention
As I'm pervading drill your mental, your inner vision
It's pure disturbia, passion, never heard of ya
Notice that I'm curving ya like a bitch
I ain't with the ho games, homie
Take you back to Philly, niggas get chewed up like hoagies
Take you back to Vegas, post up on the strip where the hoes be
Me pimp a young little pimp in his forty
It's the Gotti way, only little ho and they owe me
Learn my gangs, Macaroni Tony deal with Sony
My little brother Scodie got the forty owning
I told Leelee pick me up in the morning
Like ProHoeZak said my location's unknown
And I'ma keep on rolling Suga Free and promoting
[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 niggas 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?
