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Yeah, uh, yeah |
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We back y'all |
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Uh, AOTP |
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This is what y'all's was waiting for, right? |
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Yeah, nothing but that classic, classic, nothing but that classic, classic |
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[Verse 1: Chief Kamachi] |
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Yeah, yo |
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I stay strolling with Crypt |
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My opening Griff like the smokes of my fifth |
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cup of gin, devilish grin, bodies cozy and stiff |
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It's the messiah, think the black Moses of myth |
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I hold the staff and turn snakes into netherland piff |
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I spit the 'glyfics and a mystics, you know what it give |
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one eye, bloodshot, on a pyramid tip |
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It's real energy, you a high school chemistry kit |
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The ease, the crease, get a whole energy lift |
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If your hate since 9-8, Kamachi and Hologram |
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And 0-7, he the reverend of the lawless land |
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I crack crosses, I'm here for the fall of man |
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AOTP, this is what you call a jam |
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[Verse 2: Demoz] |
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Nigga I'll leave you poked in the chest |
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If hip hop is dead, call me ghost in the flesh |
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I'm close to the best |
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kill your fucking man, have a toast to the death |
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gotta be a ball game if I'm approaching the bench |
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coke on the steps, po-po lock me up |
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came home, now we just waiting on mafia |
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Jae i got you, Vinnie I see you |
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Crypt, King Size, Planetary, no need to |
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display no one else's name, we all lethal |
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we came from a flame a hundred below evil |
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Nigga, I'll shoot you, I'll stab you, |
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I knock your fucking jaw off your face if I smack you |
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Who's Luke, who's John, who's Paul, who's Matthew |
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I don't read the fucking bible, nigga I'll just get at you |
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I'll make a bunch of crazy white boys kidnap you |
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let you know this is real true life, no battle |
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[Chorus: Demoz] |
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This is a gun ballad, mother fucker get lost |
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AOTP, every member is a boss |
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can you pay the price when your life is the cost |
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will you crack under pressure, take another loss |
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this is a gun ballad, mother fucker get lost |
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AOTP every member is a boss |
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can you pay the price when your life is the cost |
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will you crack under pressure, take another loss |
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this is a gun ballad |
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[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] |
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You knew the white boy was wild nice |
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And that I stick the cooker to your ribs like fried rice |
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I got some cousins moving d at a wild price |
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that have the dope fiends lean mean when they pound spikes |
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The aim's sloppy dog, knife work mean |
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stick it through the neck, pull it out knife work clean (ha ha ha ha) |
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The God's righteous, but I might serve fiends |
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And the four fifth lift you out your iceberg jeans |
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I got a lot of young boys and they mad hungry |
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Murder, kill, shoot the place up, stab for me |
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This ain't the type of place you can survive God (not at all) |
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God don't live inside me, I live inside God |
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[Verse 4: Doap Nixon] |
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I ain't messing with nines, nah |
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I give them shits to my bro |
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I only mess with big shit, with the shoulders involved |
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Throw your body in the river so the odor dissolve |
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A head shot, leave your brain under the motor your car |
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For real, you can bet your last, I split plenty wigs |
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It's KTK, Kenny the Kid |
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and I'm still in the hood, money, getting them packs off |
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Side of the Barrel, dog |
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It feel like a scratch off |
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Broad day light, the hood's like Iraq |
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I got good aim, peep hole niggas get eye clapped |
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and we all on ease, all in greens, all in trees, and we all gon' squeeze |
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AOTP, niggas be running game on you |
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and I ain't talking about my money's gonna rain on you |
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I'm talking about the shit that dent up your car |
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gat nines and big faces or i'm clipping your broad, faggot |
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[Chorus: Demoz] |
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This is a gun ballad, mother fucker get lost |
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AOTP, every member is a boss |
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can you pay the price when your life is the cost |
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will you crack under pressure, take another loss |
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this is a gun ballad, mother fucker get lost |
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AOTP every member is a boss |
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can you pay the price when your life is the cost |
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will you crack under pressure, take another loss |
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this is a gun ballad |