| Song | Vendetta |
| Artist | Stogie T |
| Artist | Brittney Crush |
| Album | The Empire of Sheep (Deluxe Unmasked) |
| 作词 : Boitumelo Molekane/Nondumiso Sharon Nkosi | |
| 作曲 : Ndivhuwo Cayenne Mudimeli | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Vendetta, thick skin under thin sweater | |
| Don’t think for a second shit sweet | |
| And T will let ya | |
| Disrespect I mincemeat niggas for breakfast | |
| Conduct the beats like Quincy with the orchestra | |
| A lecture from professor Hannibal lector | |
| My pitbull senses food in human texture | |
| We at the section, low key with the brethren | |
| Demi-sec for a shorty looking like she breast feed | |
| These niggas flexing four deep with VS | |
| And no nigga doing extra phony shit for attention | |
| It’s no stress til they poke me in the chest | |
| With a phone seeking a selfie, pore drink on her dress | |
| Gotta address it, check a nigga temperature | |
| But Bo Brady said be measured so I settle down | |
| Send a messenger, the bouncer like a wrestler | |
| Kick ‘em out the VI they out there with the regulars | |
| Vendetta, | |
| I am petty they gotta learn a lesson | |
| **** ‘em forever | |
| Whatever birdie he got I am texting | |
| Til she the ex, | |
| Put a baby mama in a Benz, | |
| Uber black got a cutie added to our lady friends | |
| Don’t play with them | |
| My niggas really raise blinkies | |
| I could get you got for the price | |
| Of a race pigeon | |
| Don’t **** with me | |
| I don’t beef with rappers thats silly | |
| They say to you what they can’t to me | |
| When they see me, Stog | |
| Chorus (Brittney Crush) | |
| Show up in the place with style and grace | |
| See the sour on their face | |
| That's that vendetta | |
| Pull up like vroom, Ass on boom | |
| ******* turn gloom | |
| That's that vendetta | |
| Bank full of pape, fly no cape | |
| Faces turn sour grape | |
| That's that vendetta | |
| Ohh huh that's that vendetta | |
| Ohh huh that's that vendetta | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Gorilla shit, they squeeze for money penny pinch | |
| My Guerrilla niggas beat the army in them skirmishes | |
| MK veterans, armed truck co-conspirators | |
| Eat sirloin steak at the Saxon with the minister | |
| Black businesses off the books | |
| No written shit | |
| Colonial pillaging call ‘em crooks but don’t give ‘em shit | |
| Well Here’s a look, Lease the whip from the dealership | |
| Take a whiff of this, breath the fumes | |
| Or just eat a **** | |
| Driving Europeans crazy like immigrants | |
| Dunk a nut of ***** on racists call it conditioner | |
| It’s in my lineage mum and pops was militant | |
| Cousin wasn’t innocent | |
| Those the cards he dealing with | |
| Ace of Spade out the bucket | |
| To remember him | |
| Cuz They was made out them struggles | |
| When the pressure build | |
| Its meant to feel like water when your check the stream | |
| Of thought a ***** etch with skill | |
| Get spins with no record deal | |
| So for the record if its smoke yeah I am here for this | |
| But show don’t tell first lesson of the discipline | |
| No embellishments, no tall tales we was living it | |
| toast your ****tail to a lyricist | |
| Vendetta | |
| We get ‘em back when we level up | |
| Revenge cheddar | |
| For all the second hand shit the fed us | |
| Set ‘em up in the calm south westerly weather | |
| And Touch lettuce forever all the etceteras | |
| Chorus (Brittney Crush) | |
| Show up in the place with style and grace | |
| See the sour on their face | |
| That's that vendetta | |
| Pull up like vroom, Ass on boom | |
| ******* turn gloom | |
| That's that vendetta | |
| Bank full of pape, fly no cape | |
| Faces turn sour grape | |
| That's that vendetta | |
| Ohh huh that's that vendetta | |
| Ohh huh that's that vendetta |
| zuò cí : Boitumelo Molekane Nondumiso Sharon Nkosi | |
| zuò qǔ : Ndivhuwo Cayenne Mudimeli | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Vendetta, thick skin under thin sweater | |
| Don' t think for a second shit sweet | |
| And T will let ya | |
| Disrespect I mincemeat niggas for breakfast | |
| Conduct the beats like Quincy with the orchestra | |
| A lecture from professor Hannibal lector | |
| My pitbull senses food in human texture | |
| We at the section, low key with the brethren | |
| Demi-sec for a shorty looking like she breast feed | |
| These niggas flexing four deep with VS | |
| And no nigga doing extra phony shit for attention | |
| It' s no stress til they poke me in the chest | |
| With a phone seeking a selfie, pore drink on her dress | |
| Gotta address it, check a nigga temperature | |
| But Bo Brady said be measured so I settle down | |
| Send a messenger, the bouncer like a wrestler | |
| Kick ' em out the VI they out there with the regulars | |
| Vendetta, | |
| I am petty they gotta learn a lesson | |
| ' em forever | |
| Whatever birdie he got I am texting | |
| Til she the ex, | |
| Put a baby mama in a Benz, | |
| Uber black got a cutie added to our lady friends | |
| Don' t play with them | |
| My niggas really raise blinkies | |
| I could get you got for the price | |
| Of a race pigeon | |
| Don' t with me | |
| I don' t beef with rappers thats silly | |
| They say to you what they can' t to me | |
| When they see me, Stog | |
| Chorus Brittney Crush | |
| Show up in the place with style and grace | |
| See the sour on their face | |
| That' s that vendetta | |
| Pull up like vroom, Ass on boom | |
| turn gloom | |
| That' s that vendetta | |
| Bank full of pape, fly no cape | |
| Faces turn sour grape | |
| That' s that vendetta | |
| Ohh huh that' s that vendetta | |
| Ohh huh that' s that vendetta | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Gorilla shit, they squeeze for money penny pinch | |
| My Guerrilla niggas beat the army in them skirmishes | |
| MK veterans, armed truck co-conspirators | |
| Eat sirloin steak at the Saxon with the minister | |
| Black businesses off the books | |
| No written shit | |
| Colonial pillaging call ' em crooks but don' t give ' em shit | |
| Well Here' s a look, Lease the whip from the dealership | |
| Take a whiff of this, breath the fumes | |
| Or just eat a | |
| Driving Europeans crazy like immigrants | |
| Dunk a nut of on racists call it conditioner | |
| It' s in my lineage mum and pops was militant | |
| Cousin wasn' t innocent | |
| Those the cards he dealing with | |
| Ace of Spade out the bucket | |
| To remember him | |
| Cuz They was made out them struggles | |
| When the pressure build | |
| Its meant to feel like water when your check the stream | |
| Of thought a etch with skill | |
| Get spins with no record deal | |
| So for the record if its smoke yeah I am here for this | |
| But show don' t tell first lesson of the discipline | |
| No embellishments, no tall tales we was living it | |
| toast your tail to a lyricist | |
| Vendetta | |
| We get ' em back when we level up | |
| Revenge cheddar | |
| For all the second hand shit the fed us | |
| Set ' em up in the calm south westerly weather | |
| And Touch lettuce forever all the etceteras | |
| Chorus Brittney Crush | |
| Show up in the place with style and grace | |
| See the sour on their face | |
| That' s that vendetta | |
| Pull up like vroom, Ass on boom | |
| turn gloom | |
| That' s that vendetta | |
| Bank full of pape, fly no cape | |
| Faces turn sour grape | |
| That' s that vendetta | |
| Ohh huh that' s that vendetta | |
| Ohh huh that' s that vendetta |