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We were willing to die for an ideal and we would die for it again. |
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But we prefer living for it, working for it, safeguarding it. |
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[Chorus] [x2] |
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A.O.T.P., we above the law |
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See the cops start running nigga call the dogs |
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They can't see me, I throw that Molotov |
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And clear the whole field out, nigga call the gods |
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[Verse One] [Demoz] |
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I don't give a fuck about you |
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I swing my blade and take a chunk up out you |
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Chase the driver that's trying to save you |
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And lace 'em with the scalpel |
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Break your Adam's, Apple and clap you and leave you mangled |
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I'm not the asshole claiming Philly, I'm blowing up the fucking castle |
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Fuck pity and mercy I'm thirsty for the title |
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Kill your vitals with verses, curses |
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And hearses move 'em like Vinny Idol |
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Take Vinny and Planet, mold 'em inside a bowling ball |
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Launch em against the way you claim you carry |
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Break your shoulders off |
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Just for showing off you're stupid |
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I don't threaten niggas, I really do this |
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Squeeze the juice out of you like embalming fluid |
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Burn his lid, barbecue 'em and fuckin' burn his ribs |
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Throw the dress away with the evidence |
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Burn a fucking wig |
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[Celph Titled] |
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I got plans for your murder and I'm ready to discuss em |
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You're ready to die? Tell God I said, "Fuck him." |
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Call me Iron Fist motherfucker I aim hard |
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Bullets are free throw, silencer is the proof guard |
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Said you was a crook but you ain't busting no lead homes |
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Only jack you pulling is connected to some headphones |
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The sound of the clap louder than several operas |
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My sitcom screaming "I'm gonna kill you" across the teleprompter |
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Yes I'm sick fuck the Zicam and Zyrtec |
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How you gonna fight man when y'all resemble Smurfette? |
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Stretch your neck till your head meets your ass |
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I'll beat your dad dead now he's a deadbeat dad |
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[Planetary] |
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Nothing is ever promised, especially your life I demolish |
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Too many niggas claim street but wouldn't last in the projects |
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Too many happy-go-lucky cats rap with no money |
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Black why you gotta act? I be screaming where the money at? |
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I never understood your hood mentality |
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Man you still selling weed on the block dog, that's blasphemy |
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That's embarrassing, you nickel and dimin' |
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A small cut off a bundle and you thinking you shinin' |
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I could rumble in the jungle and tussle with all the lions |
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My hustle could turn to rustle but for now I'm survivin' |
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Living |
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My kids are chillin' and I'm whippin' the new boy |
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It ain't a Maybach but it's better than your toy |
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[Chorus] [x2] |
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A.O.T.P., we above the law |
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See the cops start running nigga call the dogs |
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They can't see me, I throw that Molotov |
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And clear the whole field out, nigga call the gods |
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[Verse Two] [Reef The Lost Cauze] |
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I'm a motherfucking warlock, get your jaw popped by the raw rock |
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Use your tongue as a doorstop, with your face I floor mop |
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Get your pores popped |
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Like a dermatologist, I'm wildin' with |
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Thugs who go in your mouth like Polident |
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I body shit, I ruin you homes |
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Turn your studio session into a funeral home |
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Two in your dome |
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Got young bucks who buck for us |
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Homie follow the laws of God |
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And Chuck Norris |
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A.O.T.P. |
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We in good company |
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Screamin', "We the fuckin' world champs" like we Chase Utley |
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My whole fam-o, tuck in the gauge, bustin' them K's |
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Have your block sounding like the Mummers Parade |
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[Vinnie Paz] |
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I've been catching fucking bodies for twenty years |
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From eating motherfuckers on the street up to bloody tears |
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Camouflage backpacks, Tims and some money wares |
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Now these rap faggots fucking sweeter than Gummy Bears |
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This isn't simple arithmetic, this is ancient math |
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Make you lose your face in Jehovah/Jay Hova like you was Damon Dash |
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I take a fucking machete and cut your brain in half |
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You're fucking with something deadly and Vinnie Satan laughs |
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I'm the greatest rapper alive |
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The Vin bias |
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Cause I ain't get my chance to shine, call me Len Bias |
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I'll be patiently waiting for you if men try us |
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I don't call it writing no more |
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I call it a pen virus |
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[Apathy] |
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Mixtape rappers I should snap your throat |
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Bunch of tracks cracking jokes about crack and coke |
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(Release the Krakken) |
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Ap is the crackers last hope |
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Honkey Kong fuckin' bitches leaving mattresses broke |
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If the condom break I'ma tell the bitch to abort |
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I'm like the sniper on the roof looking out for the stork |
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Little dogs getting shanked for a box of Newports |
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There ain't a jail that could hold me cause Ap teleports |
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Skipping court on the porch with the criminal sorts |
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You was usin' couch cushions buildin' living room forts |
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Your moms pouring yayo on my dick to snort |
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I only rock a halo to hide horns and pitchforks |
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[Chorus] [x2] |
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A.O.T.P., we above the law |
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See the cops start running nigga call the dogs |
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They can't see me, I throw that Molotov |
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And clear the whole field out, nigga call the gods |
