Pistolvania 2 lyrics

[Intro]
T is for terrible, H is for Hell
U is for ugly, and G is for jail
'Cause a thug can't spell
T is for terrible, H is for Hell
U is for ugly, and G is for jail
T is for terrible, H is for Hell
U is for ugly, and G is for jail

[Verse 1: Jakk Frost]
I done seen this gun-play change men
Shootouts turn gangstas into strange men
The AK drum rearrange men
Kurt Russell with a bounty, I'm the Hang Man
I hang men from west Philly to west Baltimore
To west coast, to west Africa
It's an A.O.T.P. BGC massacre
They call me The Flash 'cause I throw this hot sh*t so fast at ya
Red beams and dead dreams is all we know here
Fifty shot clips and weed is all we grow here
I'm from Philly dawg, you don't want to go there
Even the cops get hit with the .44 here
Really dawg, it's Pistolvania part two
My gun'll do surgery on your brain and your heart too
Plenty casualties when my crew blast n*ggas
A Darth Vader with a beard to you Luke ass n*ggas
[Hook: Jakk Frost]
Everybody got a gun, everybody wanna ride
When it's all said and done, don't nobody wanna die
Talking tough in the streets, everybody wonder why
At the funeral, everybody wanna cry
Cry motherf*cker, cry motherf*cker, cry
Die motherf*cker, die motherf*cker, die
It's Pistolvania part two
It's Pistolvania part two

[Verse 2: Malik B]
Check me out
Yeah, homicide rate, n*gga, I survive fate
I'm in live shape, pus*y, you provide hate
You wearing a wire tape, my cap likes to gyrate
They find the n*ggas all thrown through the fire escape
When I walk up, bodies all chalked up
On the asphalt in the dark when I spark up
I got a chemical remedy full of energy
Head shots mentally, show 'em my whole identity
A militant, my home is Pistolvania
n*ggas act demonic, my brain is full of mania
I got arrangements to put you on the pavement
Check your brain waves and cause mental enslavement
You' not ready, I pop heavy, my shot steady
You wanna talk about gas? n*gga, I got Getty
You not ready to get close to an overdose
A militant comin' through with Jehovah clothes
[Hook: Jakk Frost]
Everybody got a gun, everybody wanna ride
When it's all said and done, don't nobody wanna die
Talking tough in the streets, everybody wonder why
At the funeral, everybody wanna cry
Cry motherf*cker, cry motherf*cker, cry
Die motherf*cker, die motherf*cker, die
It's Pistolvania part two
It's Pistolvania part two

[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, listen
I send 'em to God, let him sort 'em out who gon' burn up
Caught a couple homis, but the bodies never turned up
I don't say sh*t like, "On fleek" or "Turnt up"
Embalming on the wakata, all shermed up
The new Porsche is a lot faster
The blue Avatar face on the Yacht-Master
Son got splashed down to bottom, all master
Got caught slippin' on white like Alabasta
It's dark and it's hot, it's about to be cold
And these young boy' style is about to be old
Young boy act Joe, so he have to be told
Or have his body dump trucked up academy road
Really, f*ck rap, I'm about to pull the llama out
f*ck the llama, I might have to pull the f*cking chopper out
Air your f*cking whole block including your mama out
I'm the one to call if you need to bring the drama out
Murder
[Hook: Jakk Frost]
Everybody got a gun, everybody wanna ride
When it's all said and done, don't nobody wanna die
Talking tough in the streets, everybody wonder why
At the funeral, everybody wanna cry
Cry motherf*cker, cry motherf*cker, cry
Die motherf*cker, die motherf*cker, die
It's Pistolvania part two
It's Pistolvania part two