ARMY OF THE PHARAOHS - Pages In Blood lyrics

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Brap brap!

Hahahaha!

Kamach!

Section 8 Egyptians!

What up couso?

Demoz, Demoz!

Louie Dogs!

Hahahaha!

Yeah!

Genocide General...

Yo, everything I see is fucking dead

Bullets everywhere, fucking red

I need the meat to be complete give me the fucking bread

We smoke to get high, shoot guns dust and lead

Struggle to get by

Shoot nuns, nothing said

I been rockin' with Kamachi since nine-five

You a pussy, I'm a fuckin' cat that got nine lives

I keep the ratchet with me, that's where the nine hides

Italian motherfucker come from where wine thrives

We from Philly we was trapped in the dirt

Where the young boys clap at you then clap at your earth

Yeah, so I suggest that you should clap at them first

Cause here in Philly we got shit that make the back of you burst!

Man, they say your right hand man ain't your right hand man

Till your right hand filled with money you feel me?

Money's the root of all evil

I guess being broke is the root of all peaceful people

Please be patient

Man, they say your right hand man ain't your right hand man

Till your right hand filled with money you feel me?

Money's the root of all evil

I guess being broke is the root of all peaceful people

Please be patient

Nigga' you goin' end up dead or dead broke

You goin' end up in the trunk with your head poke

Tie yo' ass up with your son to them bed posts

Beat you in the head, then be out like the Red Ghost

Ain't a fucking line in my rap you can dare quote

Fuck a bear-hug I'll put the game in a bear-choke

Bear-choke nigga's out my way they forfeit

Whores get, dick in they mouth like Orbit

Or Juicy Fruit

Fuck a nigga let the uzi shoot you

I don't get high I'll give you? (Fuck that, nigga)

Fuck with the squad? I'll turn you

You bout to get signed? Big deal whoop di doo

Moz, slash Pharaoh true to the skill

Don't greet me, say hello to the funeral bill

Alot of nigga's play stupid and silly but know what they do

When they get a little money and move out of Philly, you know?

Man, they say your right hand man ain't your right hand man

Till your right hand filled with money you feel me?

Money's the root of all evil

I guess being broke is the root of all peaceful people

Please be patient

Man, they say your right hand man ain't your right hand man

Till your right hand filled with money you feel me?

Money's the root of all evil

I guess being broke is the root of all peaceful people

Please be patient

Yo, yo, yo,

This preacher boy trying to tell me my mission on Earth

Walk up in the episcopal church, pistol berserk

Even the Devil say Chief is a sick little jerk

Underground buzz like dirt bees that gristle the dirt

Dear Father, I hate them fag fuckers

Smoking dirty weed with cups of OE at the last supper

Got Mary table dancing, Holy Ghost trying fuck he (Fuckin' heathen!)

A hustler from Nazareth, I ain't no sucker

Might be crazy, a little out of my mind

To the tingling of the serpent that's riding my spine

That aspire me to climb up the fiery vine

Out of the devilish pit where the rebellious once sit

After inhaling one spliff, I zone to the sixes

Big boy Beelzebub, cracked them crucifix's

K-A-M-A-C-H-I, messiah in his riches

AOTP, I never liked you bitches!

Man, they say your right hand man ain't your right hand man

Till your right hand filled with money you feel me?

Money's the root of all evil

I guess being broke is the root of all peaceful people

Please be patient

Man, they say your right hand man ain't your right hand man

Till your right hand filled with money you feel me?

Money's the root of all evil

I guess being broke is the root of all peaceful people

Please be patient