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army of the pharaohs – bloody tears lyrics

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aotp
top gun of this rap sh-t
c-ck guns to blast sh-t, n-gg- what’s the meaning of that
sh-t’s scheming to blast
smith and westin’
i’m grown, now i gotta start protecting my goods
i gotta start protecting every one of my kids
i gotta start protecting everything i got in the crib (that’s my sh-t)
i gotta have a fresh
pair j’s
if not trees, if not that i ain’t handle my bizz
a screwed up way to live
but that’s me, follow my lead it is what it is
i hold steel in the hour of chaos
and hurdle through the base heads tryin’ to just play with the odds
i’m not the type of n-gg- to claim god
but dog i heard you spit
do’t quit your day job
i’ve always been the cat to slave hard
hoping that the dealer don’t turn over the face card
f-ck the claps and cheers, all we want is respect
and ya’ll f-ckers are wild lame, yall ain’t nothing to sweat, uh
still certified greens and tan trees
still in the hood like damp leaves and banshees
the last time they seen vinnie paz and kenny spaz
we was blazed up in a cab, waving a
semi- mag
that was the time i dropped out of college
the god of law thought he would go on his own
is still knowledge, knowledge
kinda ridiculous the way i get in this sh-t
some felt ignorant, me felt innocent
so for now on my gods you now strong
n-gg-s want war i get you murked by a wild jawn
the only reason i ain’t on and my n-gg-s is on
is cuz i got stuck on the gold pot that i’m sitting on
till i seen there wasn’t nothing there
from my eyes to me ears i got stains and bl–dy tears
aotp, they know we be, o-n t-o-p
(die mother f-cker, die)
f-cking with these gentlemen, we run up in your residence, get you for your
presidents
(die mother f-cker, die)
make up the break up, i don’t wanna wake up, if i don’t got my cake up
(die mother f-cker, die)
aotp, on top we be he he he he
(die mother f-cker, die)
the psycho’s back strong enough to push the
eifel
michael’s
stay in your lane, you no named n-gg-s get lipo’d up
lose weight when the rifle bust, i don’t like you f-cks
they want my life i want 5 mics, problem is i’m unsigned hyped
f-ck is the deal, give me life in the booth with no f-cking appeal
i bet you my left lung they can’t f-ck with the skill
bet you my right hand they gon’ die in the trauma
it’s the front street terrorist
i ride like osama
it’s a thin line between a pr-ck and a fool
but these f-ggots they keep acting like snitching is cool
man these f-ggots they keep acting like i ain’t a beast
till their face is next to their sons under the beach
food for the crabs mission accomplished n-gg- take it in blood
it’s a wrap, my crew acting like satan is loved
i’m jesus in reverse, the son of satan with a fire arm
water to blood
, apocalyptic fire storm
you a sucka rapper, never know what side you on
i shoot my biscuit in the air until the sky is gone
a 16 of mine murder your entire song
9m submachine is long like your entire arm
i’m a loud mouth f-cka not a quiet storm
i don’t believe in an afterlife so once you die you gone
never nothin soft, everythin’ a violent song
kanye west, gay rapper, thats when lines are drawn
qwest hit me with a beat like he italian mob
it ain’t even beef no more, its hillshire farm
i ain’t gonna leave your family any time to mourn
my clenched fist shows the power that’s inside the palm
the same ‘palm that was taking human lives in ‘nam
and i ain’t stoppin it till’ all these human lives are gone
aotp, they know we be, o-n t-o-p
(die mother f-cker, die)
f-cking with these gentlemen, we run up in your residence, get you for your presidents
(die mother f-cker, die)
make up the break up, i don’t wanna wake up, if i don’t got my cake up
(die mother f-cker, die)
aotp, on top we be he he he he
(die mother f-cker, die)
big louis doggs (yeah)
the genocide general (motherf-cker)
(die, motherf-cker die, die, die motherf-cker die)