[Intro: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah
One-two, Pack Pistol Pazienza
Yo, Stoupe, yeah, yeah, this shit crazy, pal
Yeah

[Chorus]
He ain't gotta act right
He ain't gotta one-two
Murder, murder, gunplay
All these killers hunt you
No honor amongst thieves 'round here
Sniff OC's and dope D's 'round here

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
It's no honor amongst thieves, you shoulda knew he was foul
Ain't no beatin' me, you dummies shoulda threw in the towel (White flag)
And it's I owe you, Vinnie threw in the vowel
And these pistols gon' blow like we do in the trial
Listen, I saw son name scribbled on the document
Disembodied Nephilim, aboriginal occupant
The witchcraft watches an indivisible monument
Nebuchadnezzar, the prophetic vision of Solomon
A real thin line between the Wesson and the sword
Pistol Gang Pazzy have you questionin' the Lord
You backwards muhfuckas wrestlin' with Thor
Recordin' in the bedroom—the best you could afford (Best you could afford)
It's sneaker boxes but it ain't no shoes up in the box
The rap Paul Bunyan, Vinnie movin' with a ox
Pistolero Pazzy gon' be shootin' at a opp (ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta)
The 50 Cal Barret lift a loser out his socks, yeah!
[Chorus]
He ain't gotta act right, he ain't gotta one-two
Murder, murder, gunplay
All these killers hunt you
No honor amongst thieves 'round here
Sniff OC's and dope D's round here
He ain't gotta act right, he ain't gotta one-two
Murder, murder, gunplay
All these killers hunt you
We cook coke and sell jums 'round here
We push dope and tote guns 'round here (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
I ain't fuckin' witchu, money, I'm just grindin' through the gristle
I kept my eyes peeled because I'm ridin' wit' a whistle (tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu)
Fiocchi hollow points, they just collidin' with the tissue
The Mahdi and Gaddafi were providin' me with missiles
This dirty muhfucka always cooking me the pies
The same muhfucka couldn't look me in the eyes
I know the fuckin' D's gon' book me if he dies
His head got popped, pa, you shouldn't be surprised (ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta)
You got shooters? I got shooters, we can do the thang
Once they see the guns they gon' be talkin' like they Pootie Tang
Bullets comin' back at muhfuckas like a boomerang
They knock me on some stupid shit and have me doin' two and change
Did a lotta talkin' when the powder on his man
It's burn marks and it's gunpowder on my hand
What type of shit is that? That's the move a sucka make
You don't wanna scrap, I'll take you out like it's a fuckin' date
[Chorus: (Vinnie Paz)]
He ain't gotta act right, he ain't gotta one-two
Murder, murder, gunplay
All these killers hunt you (Toma!)
No honor amongst thieves 'round here
Sniff OC's and dope D's 'round here
He ain't gotta act right, he ain't gotta one-two (Jedi Mind, steadily shine!)
Murder, murder, gunplay
All these killers hunt you
We cook coke and sell jums 'round here
We push dope and tote guns 'round here

[Outro: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah
Pack Pistol Pazzy!