Duel to the Death - Vinnie Paz, Mobb Deep

Can’t nobody fuck around with VP

Or else you’re gonna find yourself D-E-A-D

Y’all ain’t got your eye on the prize, you can’t see

Cause I ain’t really livin' my life for Plan B

Anybody brave enough to come against me

Gonna find your body in the bottom of the Dead Sea

How dare you ever in your life walk past me

Without acknowledging this man as G-O-D

I always been here, always been deranged focus

The heat is always in my hand like chain smokers

Hard work, dedication and sustained dopeness

Bust a motherfucker’s head 'til his brain opens

Stay cookin' in the kitchen like we are sofrito

I was always smoking wakata with papi people

I ain’t never doing anything that’s not illegal

Read the Torah lord, black mask, black evil

This is duel to the death, this is murder, death, kill

Stay real, because the sun can’t chill

M-O-B-B, ain’t nobody playin' 'round

Vinnie P-P, fuck around, lay around

This is duel to the death, this is murder, death, kill

Stay real, because the sun can’t chill

M-O-B-B, ain’t nobody playin' 'round

Vinnie P-P, fuck around, lay around

I’ll have you laid out, Posturepedic

Before the day’s out, somebody gon' be layin' bleedin'

Keep fuckin' with me, bring me to the darker side

Where the wolves play and nothing but your karma lie

Get it back tenfold, yeah, I do you dirty

I’m in my dirty thirties, that means I’m past the worry

I got it mapped out, every plan hashed out

Perfectly executed, squeeze 'til I’m fresh out

I got goonies, all they do is stick their neck out

For a nigga, cause his loyalty is nothing less

And when it’s on, you know they got them toolies on deck

What you looking at, boy?

You ain’t a boss yet

Infamous, yeah, we celebrate life

Pour liquor for the dead, kill niggas on sight

When they get beside themselves, we run up right upon 'em

Leave 'em where they stand and pour some fuckin' liquor on 'em

This is duel to the death, this is murder, death, kill

Stay real, because the sun can’t chill

M-O-B-B, ain’t nobody playin' 'round

Vinnie P-P, fuck around, lay around

This is duel to the death, this is murder, death, kill

Stay real, because the sun can’t chill

M-O-B-B, ain’t nobody playin' 'round

Vinnie P-P, fuck around, lay around

Let me start from the beginning at the top of the list

First off, nobody can do it like this

No matter how hard you try, hard you go

No matter how hard your beats, ill your flow

Can’t fuck with P, yeah, this we know

I’m not a rapper, I’m a master of ceremonial

Gatherings at venues is jam-packed

Fuck rap, I’m in it for cream and that’s that

Tryna stop my dough?

I run you off the map

Tryna stop my life?

I’ll blow you out your hat

The most thuggish, the most ruggish

The most AKAs you heard of is

Bandanna, banana clip, RIP

I can’t help it, my career don’t cease

My name don’t wear out, I go on forever

That other shit a passing fad, it won’t ever