ARMY OF THE PHARAOHS

ARMY OF THE PHARAOHS - Bloody Tears lyrics

rate me

AOTP shit nigga

Die, die, die,

Die motherfucker die

Top Gun of this rap shit

Cock guns to blast shit, nigga what's the meaning of that

Shit's scheming to blast a smith and westin' was hood

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 shit)

I gotta have a fresh pair J's for the whizz

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 (my niggaz)

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 nigga 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

Fuck the claps and cheers, all we want is respect

And ya'll fuckers are wild lame, ya'll 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 shit

Some felt ignorant, me felt innocent

So for now on my gods you now strong

Niggas want war I get you murked by a wild?

The only reason I ain't on and my niggas is on

Is cause 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 bloody tears

AOTP, they know we be, O-N T-O-P

(Die mother fucker, die)

Fucking with these gentlemen, we run up in your residence, get you for your presidents

(Die mother fucker, die)

Make up the break up, I don't wanna wake up, If I don't got my cake up

(Die mother fucker, die)

AOTP, on top we be he he he he

(Die mother fucker, die)

The psycho's back strong enough to push the Eifel back

Halloween mask, Michael's back

Stay in your lane, you no named niggas get lipo'd up

Lose weight when the rifle bust, I don't like you fucks

They want my life I want 5 mics, problem is I'm unsigned hyped

Fuck is the deal, give me life in the booth with no fucking appeal

I bet you my left lung they can't fuck 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 prick and a fool

But these faggots they keep acting like snitching is cool

Man these faggots 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 nigga 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 fucka 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, that's when lines are drawn

Qwest hit me with a beat like he Italian mom

It ain't even beef no more, it's 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 fucker, die)

Fucking with these gentlemen, we run up in your residence, get you for your presidents

(Die mother fucker, die)

Make up the break up, I don't wanna wake up, If I don't got my cake up

(Die mother fucker, die)

AOTP, on top we be he he he he

(Die mother fucker, die)

Cocksucker (hahaha)

Brap brap, yeah

Big Louis Doggs (yeah)

The genocide general (motherfucker)

Doap Nix (AOTP)

Demoz

Planetary

AOTP

Qwest on the beat

It ain't a game baby

Brap brap, hahaha

Cocksucker!

(Die, motherfucker die, die, die motherfucker die)

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