Video The Black Hand de Aaron Hiltz 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Aaron Hiltz - The Black Hand Lyrics

[Intro]
(Sample)

[Chorus: Vinnie Paz]
Me not gwan lie
Every pussy man gwan die
Every batiman gwan die
Every batiman gwan die
Me not gwan lie
Every batiman gwan die
Every pussy man gwan die
Every batiman gwan die

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
I ain't chasin' nothin', homie, so just gimme the bag
Bullets travel at the speed of Thor, hit with the mag
You can fuck around, lay around, you can get dragged
I will bomb on motherfuckers like I'm hittin' the tag
This a death wish, homie, y'all are liable to die
This is Hammurabi Code, this a eye for an eye
I can see inside where his ideology lie
You supposed to supply workers if you got the supply
Divine retribution, pa, fire and brimstone
It's a trench knife dagger and it made from a shin bone
Tubular bells ring tone
The Mossberg flex make a change to your skin tone
There's nothin' changin' everything is carved into stone
I will cook 'em till the meat falls off of the bone
What's your life like, akhi? You just sat in the fray
And I'm stayin' in the hood like an African braid
Batiman!
[Chorus: Vinnie Paz]
Me not gwan lie
Every pussy man gwan die
Every batiman gwan die
Every batiman gwan die (Blah, blah, blah, blah)
Me not gwan lie
Every batiman gwan die
Every pussy man gwan die
Every batiman gwan die (Blah, blah, blah, blah)

[Verse 2: Demoz]
Hey yo, hey yo
Last call house send them shots at you like bartenders (BLah)
Blow your brain out of the window over the car fender (Uh)
I'm used to hearin' shit like "trust me, nigga, we got you"
Same pussy you trust, same pussy that shot you
Fake handshakes, phoney hugs and all the smirkin' (Uh)
Never trust a nigga around you that's never workin'
Down to his last couple dollars, he gettin' nervous
Rob you then get killed for it, it wasn't worth it
The bitches sleep with you then sleep with your best friend
I don't follow none of you dudes I set trends (Hey)
I ain't tryin' to tell you shit I'm tryin' to show you
Keep your eyes close on the motherfuckers that owe you (Keep 'em close, man)
You will catch a bullet the same minute you jack me
I don't play the shotgun, nigga, I want the back seat
I'm from a place where they'll rob you if you got bread
And clean-cut niggas be grimier than a mob head
Moz
[Chorus: Vinnie Paz]
Me not gwan lie
Every pussy man gwan die
Every batiman gwan die
Every batiman gwan die (Blah, blah, blah, blah)
Me not gwan lie
Every batiman gwan die
Every pussy man gwan die
Every batiman gwan die (Blah, blah, blah, blah)
Blah