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Army Of The Pharaohs
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Gun Ballad
Lyricist:John Galvin, Philip Mccormack, Robert Ingram
Yeah, uh, yeah, we back y'all, uh, A O T P This is what y'all's was waitin' for, right? Yeah, nothin' but that classic, classic Nothin' but that classic, classic
Yeah, yo, I stay strollin' with Crypt My openin' griff like the smokes of my fifth Cup of gin, devilish grin, bodies cozy and stiff It's the messiah, think the black Moses of myth I hold the staff and turn snakes into nothin' but pith
I spit the 'glyfics and a mystics, you know what it give One eye, bloodshot on a pyramid tick It's real energy, you a high school chemistry kit The ease, the crease, get a whole energy lift
If your hate since 9 8, Kamachi and Hologram And 0 7, he the reverend of the lawless land I crack crosses, I'm here for the fall of man A O T P, this is what you call a jam
Nigga, I'll leave you poked in the chest If hip hop is dead, call me ghost in the flesh I'm close to the best Kill your fuckin' man, have a toast to the death Gotta be a ball game if I'm approachin' the bench
Coke on the steps, po-po lock me up Came home, now, we just waitin' on mafia Jae I got you, Vinnie I see you Crypt, King Syze, Planetary, no need to
Display no one else's name, we all lethal We came from a flame a hundred below evil Nigga, I'll shoot you, I'll stab you I knock your fuckin' jaw off your face if I smack you
Who's Luke, who's John, who's Paul, who's Matthew? I don't read the fuckin' Bible, nigga I'll just get at you I'll make a bunch of crazy white boys kidnap you Let you know this is real true life, no battle
This is a gun ballad, motherfucker get lost A O T P, every member is a boss Can you pay the price when your life is the cost? Will you crack under pressure, take another loss?
This is a gun ballad, motherfucker get lost A O T P every member is a boss Can you pay the price when your life is the cost? Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Will you crack under pressure, take another loss? This is a gun ballad
You knew the white boy was wild nice And that I stick the cooker to your ribs like fried rice I got some cousins movin' D at a wild price That have the dope fiends, lean mean, when they pound spikes
The aim's sloppy dog, knife work mean Stick it through the neck, pull it out, knife work clean The God's righteous, but I might serve fiends And the four fifth lift you out your Iceberg jeans, yeah
I got a lot of young boys and they mad hungry Murder, kill, shoot the place up, stab for me This ain't the type of place you can survive God (Not at all) God don't live inside me, I live inside God
I ain't messin' with nines, nah, I give them shits to my bro I only mess with big shit with the shoulders involved Throw your body in the river, so, the odor dissolve A head shot, leave your brain under the motor your car
For real, you can bet your last, I split plenty wigs It's K T K, Kenny the Kid And I'm still in the hood, money, gettin' them packs off Side of the barrel, dog, it feel like a scratch off
Broad day light, the hood's like Iraq I got good aim, peep hole niggas get eye clapped And we all on ease, all in greens, all in trees And we all gon' squeeze
A O T P, niggas be runnin' game on you And I ain't talkin' about my money's gonna rain on you I'm talkin' about the shit that dent up your car Get my eyes a big faces or I'm clippin' your broad, faggot
This is a gun ballad, motherfucker get lost A O T P, every member is a boss Can you pay the price when your life is the cost? Will you crack under pressure, take another loss?
This is a gun ballad, motherfucker get lost A O T P every member is a boss Can you pay the price when your life is the cost? Will you crack under pressure, take another loss? This is a gun ballad
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