army of the pharaohs - hollow points lyrics
[intro: richard kuklinski]
i would move heaven and h-ll and anything in between to get to you. you wouldn’t be safe anywhere if i was mad at you. and that’s not bull; that’s truth. i’ve went up against people. you could pull a gun on me and if i’m mad at you i’m coming forward. you’d have to shoot me to stop me and if you don’t kill me… you’re stupid cause the next time you see me i will kill you.
[verse 1:]
they call us gorillas, we brawling, you in coffins with killers
you at the auction, i’m boss and smoking cigars at the dealer
n-gg- i’m iller, count scrilla like casinos, only c-notes [? ]
i’m a cancer n-gg- no chemo
i’m dancing with satanic people, life is illegal
i’m heroin in the needle, my emotions are see-through
i’m evil, read your palm before dawn and sp-wn
calm before the storm’s katrina n-gg-, i’m drawn
too much to handle in seconds i manhandle the peasants
dismantle is pleasant, turn their h-ll to my heaven
i excel with my brethren, giving birth to nuclear weapons
i’m shooting your henchmen, every written verse is a lesson
i’m close to perfection with rap n-gg- i’m flawless
i’m god’s light, the type to illuminate in the darkness
hand me the trophy, the gold medals and plastic toys is lit
i scorch your clique, n-gg- i’m back again
[verse 2:]
if i ain’t on my grind then i’m high trying to take your cheque
i done hustled on the hottest block and i ain’t break a sweat
aks and techs make em vacate a set
if he ain’t trying to pay his debt then we gotta spray his neck
you get laid to rest, n-gg- this is murderville
now smell the essence of the el, n-gg- this is earth for real
f-ck a b-tch, i’ll leave a n-gg- burnt for real
signed to the streets but the judge ain’t served the deal
i just turn the wheel, hit em back [? ]
waiting for a p-ssy to creep, give him my best shot
now sing a lullaby, sorry mama i’m mangled
and i’m about to catch a motherf-cking homicide
this b-tch named karma got me going crazy and it’s f-cking hot
i don’t wanna go away i’m like an addict in his f-cking prime
lit trying to get a hit, hungry for this money
if there’s tension in the room then you know it’s coming from me
[chorus:]
we pull them glocks out, we about to make a change
one to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame
this’ll hit the vein, the official pistol gang
pharaoh clique, a n-gg- sick, i’m quick enough to split your brain
we pull them glocks out, we about to make a change
one to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame
this’ll hit the vein, the official pistol gang
pharaoh clique, a n-gg- sick, i’m quick enough to split your brain
[verse 3: vinnie paz]
my rap will give you f-cking brain cancer
different question cousin same answer
y’all motherf-ckers made me scr-p like i was kane’s dancer
but there’s a method to my madness unusual still
they call me pistol pete maravich moving the pill
we push a lot of everything but it’s usually krill
we use a lot of weaponry when you gruesomely killed
i thought a lot of destiny but it’s truthfully real
that could make a warrior like zeus if he’s truthfully i’ll
i went to h-ll and then i saw the abyss
where dirtbag drink from the same water he p-ss
it’s armageddon when i ball up the fist
it’s god consciousness that started this remarkable gift
i was a martyr, it was horror when my father was sick
i was a monster, i would stomp you in the yard with a brick
i’m a survivor but i got the f-cking charm of a pit
that just detach you, now you got your f-cking arm in his grip
[verse 4:]
n-gg-s try to hate, we don’t hear the side talk
them loud mouths, gotta hit em with the white hawk
[? ] all my bodies, buy em chalk
my n-gg-s upstate squared with the [? ] shock
this for y’all wild out when your cell’s cracked
you know your time’s short when they trying to seen your mail back
we catch bodies for the love of the block
i collect sh-t, i got a hammer and the glove of a cop
so while you hugging model [? ] i was hugging the block
one for the money, two for the pop, three for a rock
yeah say i’m steamed when i’m pulling a scam quick
old reservoir dogs, lay your blood on the canvas
quick to blow diesel but the game is sour
and you’s a p-ssy, where i’m from that’s the name of a coward
so when you get your weight up i’m already in power
who wants war? my n-gg-s fly planes into towers, pharaohs
[chorus]
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