Hit ’em Hard

[Intro: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah
Pack Pistol Pazzy
SmooVth, what up?
Giallo, what up?
Winners, what up?
Yeah
Pistolero Pazzy
Listen, one, two
Yeah
Look

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
I put in work with the .50 cal
M4 carbine with the Picatinny rail
I run with a bunch of ricans, and they really wild
Rob a blind man, really Guinea Vinnie foul
It's baby food, dudes all over the city now
Punch 'em in the eye, make it puff like he Biggie, bow
The Kalpa XL cost a buck fiddy now
I feel like everything that drops sound shitty now
I know that y'all hopin' I'd stop
Prayin' for my downfall, hopin' I'll flop
This is heroin rap, I know they gon' cop
The fans stay loyal, so I know they gon' rock
I ain't a regular motherfucker, I'm a boss
Anybody disagree with me, you'll get tossed
Bullets flyin' everywhere, that'll be the cost
La ilaha illa Allah, got lost (Yo)
Yeah

[Verse 2: SmooVth]
I put in work on the block though
'Bout shipments, truck loads like Costco's
Avoid potholes, I got the pig with lockjaw
The pop-off, I put 'em in a pond box
Close the set then roll a dutch, my rolodex is full
And take the racks to the neck, it's no stress
I hold a Mexican hat with gats
Without the arm strap, [?] rap and cash
Drums hittin' in the dash, bubbles in the bath
Shorty thick from the lips to the thighs and the ass
Irrational, bodies over the avenue
Pistol packed in backpacks, bullets all over the knapsack
Mules with rhupus and they ass cracked
Pentagrams in they vagina, that shit is minor
Without a major sign, and I'm still a diamond rhymin'
You see the shit's steadily climbin', yeah