Fuck Ya Life

[Intro] Try to stop mines from growing, I’ll make your blood stop flowing [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] I wet the whole entire block then I broke off Lift the boat off Russian sickle Nikolai Volkoff I ain’t never met a motherfucker that was so soft I remain fire like folk who ain’t turn their stove off And I still rhyme cousin with a flawless fervor I got money and catch cases like Roethlisberger And y’all are Dennis Dixon, that’s just something different I need another prescription, I got a pen addiction I got a Muslim shorty now but the ex was Christian She ain’t overstand the godliness of my position Anybody who ain’t family is opposition The M9 got a big nose, Scottie Pippen Vinnie sipping on the Goose, god hit this marley My hands running out of fingers, young Vince Lombardi I got a tet offensive similar to Victor Charlie I meet a bitch, I don’t sweat her, this ain’t a Christmas party [Hook x4] Try to stop mines from growing, I’ll make your blood stop flowing Fuck your life [Verse 2: Jus Allah] I make blood money with flecks of blood splatter It’s drug money, the aspect of it doesn’t matter All the blood and death is what gives it the X factor A lot of blood and sweat goes into the trespassers I kill swiftly, I like to take life quickly I take a pint of blood and make moonshine whiskey I like to keep the 911 lines busy I like a fun time in a crime-ridden city All the blood that we use is worth every bump and bruise Once the hunt pursues we ain’t on the Onion News I don’t run from the problems I start usually We wet you up, no lifeguard on duty Then I’m at the bar or a movie Then I’m with a beauty watching hardcore nudity Had to ditch the bitch that thinks we’re dating exclusively The old grey mare she ain’t what she used to be [Hook x4] [Verse 3: Blacastan] I’m that last line of coke that you see on the mirror Take your last sniff, now you think you seeing shit clearer I’m the nigga that’s behind you waiting to get paid I’m that hard-assed dick that’s waiting to get laid I’m them Pumas that you rock that was made out of suede You the nigga came to cop and got caught in the raid I’m the venom that lies within the king cobra’s core That new blood soaking through the enemy’s soul The spoils of life, the ills of men John Wayne Gacy, Charlie Manson, killing again I’m released from the penitent, mind state militant Bombs underneath the tent, bismillah I repent Sent to Earth from a distant galaxy I am no contradiction, far from a fallacy Freddy in the booth bring nightmares to reality World War 3, I’m enlisted by JMT [Hook x4]