Uh! A-O T-P in this nigga!
I will take it back and disrespect a nigga
Sliding 'fore I pull that ratchet out!
Why you runnin' with those
A-O T-P is front line with they MACs out
And we don't rumble no more
I can hit from a long range
Don't care if you draw and uh
Your eyes can't hit what they can't see
The M1, will melt a nigga wig like gangrene
And my trees is laced, bucket is half licked
My whole team got laced, half of them rich
The other half, originate from the best part
My right hook'll leave your face
Covered with stretch marks
When the swelling go down
My next step is fillin' up
And uh, this is warfare, niggas in war gear
The A-O T-P whole roster is all here
So fall back if you thinkin' of beefin' dog
I had my nigga Reef tie your
Moms to a tree with barbs
The heavy metal king hold big
Every move I make righteous
Peace to Abraham, Ishmael, Jacob, Jesus
Peace to every man, woman, and child
To Muhammad and his glorious muezzin Bilal
That means all your energy foul
That means all my enemies bow
Yeah, but I ain't worried
Even though at times my team
Don't attempt to ever get me to smile
Unless you wanna see what bullets do
To heads of a child (yeah)
Y'all niggas is runnin' the frail course
Ain't nothing better than smellin'
Depicted through your skeleton
Purple blood on the fingers we
Locked from Hell and above
(The shell from a slug) Turn
I make the birds fly south when we
Get it crunk in the clubs
We spit the gift and the curses
I seen you in your cypher with your backpack
I'm way past that, may God strike ya!
You sounded like you was readin'
So you left with your jaw leakin'
I punished 'em all speakin'
We all beefin', niggas is runnin' rampant
The type that can serve Sampras
Y'all all infantile niggas in Pampers
There's no cure to my sickness
What happened to all of y'all?
People screaming for encore
We love raw, direct, uncut raw
Main question in the air, "Man
Gotta' be us, honestly "In God We Trust"
Apply pressure to the point and
Don't ever strike me, rolling with Crypt
My daily operation for the
We all icy, hustle just for the grams
And breakin' bread with the Pharaohs
Man that's part of the plan
(It go, it go, it go, it go, Demoz)
Food off your plate I scrape
Demoz tryin' to come up, like a elevator
Green money, make paper, like I own a forest
Rap name should be Martin Lawrence
I ain't tryna say I never made it
Man, my confidence is high
Call me a loose charm, I'm off the chain
I'm off the wall like in memory of my name
Versatile with the flow, they all the same
Ghetto can't walk right, I borrow the cane
Raincoat, umbrella, stop all your rain
The industry a buffet, I eat all I can
So fuck if you next and fuck a duet
(Let's go) you niggas don't want to play
Me like Russian Roulette (Nope)
Man you DVD rappers sound uncomfortable, bet
(Why?) this not a exercise tape
Why you bustin' a sweat nigga?