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Army Of The Pharaoh |
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Gorillas |
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Y'all get too close, I'ma squeeze the life out of you |
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You speak too loosely with your words, I'ma silence you |
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You ain't a leader, dog, nobody'd die for you |
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You ain't a killer, dog, who the ****** lied to you |
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And I don't even ****** with y'all ballerinas |
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Tryin' to tiptoe by me, I'ma stab your team up |
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Tryin' to get dough by me, I'ma snatch your cream up |
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'Cause my squad gotta eat and y'all can't come between us |
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Thoughts of blowin' my ******' head off when I look in my gun |
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I **** back, can't squeeze when I look at my son |
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I stop that, can't breathe, y'all wouldn't walk in my shoes |
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I'm antisocial, don't speak unless I talk with a tool |
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You can take the braggin', the boastin', add up the passion devotion |
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The crabs that lack in emotion, we throw 'em back in the ocean |
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The Pharaohs packin' the potion, we back in action and rappers are chokin' |
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Actin' like the smokin' cats, their backs will get broken |
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And '96 was the year I started talkin' with Vinnie |
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Rockin' the city, talkin', really reppin' Boston and Philly |
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Now you can find us, lined up with OS and QD |
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We flow fresh, so don't test, we grotesque and beauty |
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I profess a slow death, your plan of attack's a panic attack |
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Still better than Bush's plan for Iraq |
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My fam in the back, known to keep it realer than most |
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While you fake cats cower like the Steelers coach |
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Yeah, we the realest, ain't nobody stoppin' the fam |
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And we gorillas, walk around with glocks in our hand |
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And we some killas, run it like the Mafia ran |
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And you should feel us 'cause we turn your ******' block into sand |
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We been bubblin' like Bazooka Joe since Boogie Down and Superho |
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Futuristic, new simplistic, sweatin' my computer flow |
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Army of the armed and dangerous, we stay with stainlesses |
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Status is famous, raps translated to seven languages |
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Rulin' rap, iron fisted, flow's fluid, rhyme is liquid |
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Nitrogen, knife in my pocket, pull it out when *******t gets twisted |
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Y'all lookin' for villains? Well, I'm that guy |
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I charge junior high kids for a contact high |
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And I could always tell y'all was on some ****** *******t |
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Like singin' Lil' Kim's parts during Magic Stick |
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You'll get your face rocked, nose popped, we got, heat ****ed |
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The A-dot, o-dot, t-dot, P-dot |
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Check, yo |
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Ever since Blood and Ashes life's slowly been changin' |
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Catch me sweatin' every night, with my rosary, prayin' |
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Meditatin', bathin' in blood, face full of mud |
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So grimy, tryin' to speak to me's like takin' a drug |
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Razor blades under the tongue, with "Ways of the Gun" |
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Playin' in the background when I'm embracin' my sons |
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It's like I'm huggin' Satan, though, they feel the evil inside me |
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Nah boys, it's me, Papi, can't one emcee stop me |
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I'm stressed, blessed with a gift, I'm still tryin' to make it |
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Stained from separations, my brain is like a matrix |
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I tighten up my laces, prepare for the sequel |
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Until then, I'm gon' hustle and take care of my peoples, what! |
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Yeah, we the realest, ain't nobody stoppin' the fam |
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And we gorillas, walk around with glocks in our hand |
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And we some killas, run it like the Mafia ran |
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And you should feel us 'cause we turn your ******' block into sand |
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Yeah, we the realest, ain't nobody stoppin' the fam |
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And we gorillas, walk around with glocks in our hand |
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And we some killas, run it like the Mafia ran |
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And you should feel us 'cause we turn your ******' block into sand |