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  yall aint 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
Instill knowledge  knowledge
Kinda ridiculous the way I get in this shit
Some felt ignorant  me felt innocent
So for now on I will guard you now strong
Niggas want war I get you murked by a wild jawn
The only reason I ain't on and my niggas 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 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 hype
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 aint even beef no more  it's Hillshire Farm
I aint 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