ARMY OF THE PHARAOHS

ARMY OF THE PHARAOHS - Henry The 8th

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[Vinnie Paz intro]

yeah, its murders, plenty murders, blood, we spell doom, pharaoh click baby

[Vinnie Pazienza]

for who the bells tome

Vinnie Paz I call hell home

put the ratchet to the side of your face like a cell phone

any way you wanna look at it it spell doom

Vinnie Pazienza be proud you befell tomb

me and shareef, we stronger than pillars in greece

you need to understand the pharaohs are still in the streets

you need to know that we got beef but we willin to peace

you need to know that we got heat and its still for police

its juju mob, and army of the pharaoh click

we on some revolution Amadou Diallo shit

I like to watch your brain explodin when the hollow hit

its Vinnie Paz and we dogs Kamachi follow it

[Chief Kamachi]

yo its my house like RUN! controllin the 80's

flow very crazy like I spit the blood of Rosemary's baby

slang fire like a hustle in Haiti

couple holes for the souls pitchfork for the daisies

ashes for urns I'm a murderer maybe

a lavish little lucifer burnin the hazy

faced out still could get a hold of the ladies

hit from madame bavaskier in a old mercedes

this is death speakin, the smell of fresh flesh wreakin

get a funeral organ and the best dressed deacon

juju till voodoo come, eye of the pharaohs

blood pour, heart of a chump, jump from the arrows

[?]

we got a message for ya

yeah our squads ain't checkin for ya

and if its beef well protested

smith and wesson's on ya

AOTP, JUJU mob we bossin ya click

rain fire on this hip hop shit

[Des Devious]

we can't reef raw

on the streets I'm king cause

y'all the fuck can't beat my chest like king kong

is this thing on?

I'm tryin to channel the youth

I rock the crowd of caesar, and hannibal's booth

they call me animal tooth

use your bones as a back scratcher

I'm allergic to dirt, weed, and wack rappers

my hair's too pretty I just let the gat smack ya

I dropped outta school, motherfuck a backpacker

double crossin some abominable bitches

you a fuckin fruitcake like what my aunt serves at christmas

my darts relentless and we ain't tryin to be friends

my gun attached to my hip like a siamese twin

[Planetary]

its the twin it go beat down

QD, niggaz hit the street now

bangin beats out

thug niggaz throw they heaters out

its pussy niggaz like y'all scared to leave the house

once they retrieve 'em out BLAP

let 'em see the clouds

I make the most gangster nigga hit the concrete

and start snitchin, pointin fingers like they on wall street

my squad deep, we the gods and generals

type of niggaz too drunk, we dodge the interviews

we came a long way from cipherin all day

when days was all play, now we rhymin for strong pay

outerspace got a strong hold on the game

we reign, you minor leaguers be breezin the hall of fame

we got a message for ya

yeah our squads ain't checkin for ya

and if its beef well protested

smith and wesson's on ya

AOTP, JUJU mob we bossin ya click

rain fire on this hip hop shit

[?]

we got a message for ya

yeah our squads ain't checkin for ya

and if its beef well protested

smith and wesson's on ya

AOTP, JUJU mob we bossin ya click

rain fire on this hip hop shit

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