Put 'Em in the Grave

[Intro] "So who the next to get it?" "I'll take the life of anybody tryin' to change what's left" [Verse 1] Yo, roll the dro and spark, a bunch of animals like Noah's Ark A rapper so ill, my flow just stole Jehovah's heart My fist'll break a fucking boulder in half When I was young, I'd smack a stick off of your shoulder and laugh I've chosen a path, spoke on my emotional past Spoke on everything from war to how the ocean is vast My flow is too fast, you can't contend with me there Or it's gonna be a massacre, Tiananmen Square My pen is prepared, and so the guns and the swords And death the only thing you get for fucking with lords Been stuck in some wars, but Vinnie fought his way out The double jab, right cross what they caught in they mouth I'm calling them out, anyone who fuck with my fam Thinking that they got away and they was lucky, then blam Buck them and scram, don't use the shotty no more They didn't think that Vinnie P was catchin' bodies no more [Hook] "So who the next to get it?" "You ain't gotta go to church to get to know your God" "I'll take the life of anybody tryin' to change what's left" "Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it" "So who the next to get it?" "You ain't gotta go to church to get to know your God" "I'll take the life of anybody tryin' to change what's left" "Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it" [Verse 2] Yeah, this is death and doom, my occupation putting flesh in tombs Whether or not you shot, the aggression looms I'm the one that speak the language of fate I'm the one that speak the language and the anguish of hate My banger is great, it split the top of your dome Like the book of Revelations for the prophets in Rome I'm locked in the throne, whether you like it or not Because I'm chemically the reason liquid nitrogen hot I'm nice with the Glock, nicer with the semi's and Tecs But I'm nicest when I'm clapping at my enemies necks They tend to regret ever sending me threats Cause they know the only thing that they could send me is checks [Hook] [Verse 3] Yeah, I'm like Mark David Chapman with a Salinger book Stalk my enemy and let the fucking silencer cook It's down in the book, that my competitors ain't really ready The way my four pound turn your stomach to spaghetti It's like the Serengeti, because it's hot here The way that policia set it on the block here They pushing rocks here, in the dead of night I take my Glock and I point god/point guard like Brevin Knight Your fucking men are mice, you shouldn't answer that If my father was still alive, he wouldn't stand for that He wouldn't stand for how you act like a bitch Wouldn't stand for anybody who a rat or a snitch I'm back in this bitch, we was gone for a while Until a shorty told me that he heard my song and he smiled I'm strong but I'm wild, they say I drink too much The only problem that I have is that I think too much, pussy