Army of the Pharaohs - .44 Magnum lyrics
[Army of the Pharaohs - .44 Magnum lyrics]
I'm infatuated with the fast lane life
My forehead lacerated like they
Just framed Christ
Your bitch captivated when I'm activated
Nine planets under my palm
Y'all niggas have to hate it
I let y'all debate who the
One who rap the greatest
Deadweight niggas get your
Fucking souls assassinated
The most maniac depressive
Snatching your necklace
Passive aggressive unleashing havoc
On a record
Your team is gay, how you manage to rep it?
I'm the slum chemistry
You faggots get disconnected
Venomous rhetoric flooding your block
You're too delicate
Hot slugs and metal rip
Can't wait to see the pellets hit
Chrome I hold will detach your body from soul
Snub nosed bulldog four-four when I roll
Big heat will change my dip and
The way that I stroll made me to perfection
Baker shattered the mould
Yeah, see niggas slug it
Out for absolutely nothing
Like rumours on who they baby
Momma's sucking and fucking (me)
Debating on who running the block
Them niggas be hugging
Plus it's crunch time
Guess who doing the buzzing (me)
That's why this nigga bringing up
My name in lame discussion
Should be serving life for hammers
And weight that I'm clutching
Four-four Mags what we pack
Name of the track cut no slack
Just react so bring it back nigga
I was raised in the Congo
By religiously trained Santos
With horns from the trees
And magnificent played bongos
Vinnie is the head honcho, pop your eyes out
With my bare hands
There's blood on my grand poncho
I don't give a flying fuck though
We all nutso put you in a wall underneath
Where they lay stucco
If I was you I'd pray, bucko
You could be the first motherfucker that I
Cut and the vein cut slow
Speaking of the cut though
Rawer than Peruvian and Vinnie P blast with
Heat like I'm Vesuvian
If y'all wanna overstand death then
Y'all should screw with him
Hooligans who beef when it ain't got
Nothing to do with them
Where I'm from
Niggas wouldn't dare to take the same route
I ain't gotta say no names
To get my name out
It's fucked up what the game about but
Voices ain't been the same
Since T-Pain came out
If you ain't shooting you gonna get shot
But nowadays niggas is pussy
They do the shooting when they get shot
Get your bitch shot, chin shot spit a shell
Not a rap to make your motherfucking hip pop
I don't get shot
I stay strapped like a flip-flop
Mazerati Mazi get gwap before I get got
If not they gonna have to put me in the dirt
It's either that or they gonna
Have to cuff me, book like a clerk
Put me in the cell for a pistol and the shell
Miserable as hell cause a
Nigga wouldn't tell
School of hard knocks, nigga wouldn't fail
Got detention for a cell so they
Put me in the cell
My forehead lacerated like they
Just framed Christ
Your bitch captivated when I'm activated
Nine planets under my palm
Y'all niggas have to hate it
I let y'all debate who the
One who rap the greatest
Deadweight niggas get your
Fucking souls assassinated
The most maniac depressive
Snatching your necklace
Passive aggressive unleashing havoc
On a record
Your team is gay, how you manage to rep it?
I'm the slum chemistry
You faggots get disconnected
Venomous rhetoric flooding your block
You're too delicate
Hot slugs and metal rip
Can't wait to see the pellets hit
Chrome I hold will detach your body from soul
Snub nosed bulldog four-four when I roll
Big heat will change my dip and
The way that I stroll made me to perfection
Baker shattered the mould
Yeah, see niggas slug it
Out for absolutely nothing
Like rumours on who they baby
Momma's sucking and fucking (me)
Debating on who running the block
Them niggas be hugging
Plus it's crunch time
Guess who doing the buzzing (me)
That's why this nigga bringing up
My name in lame discussion
Should be serving life for hammers
And weight that I'm clutching
Four-four Mags what we pack
Name of the track cut no slack
Just react so bring it back nigga
I was raised in the Congo
By religiously trained Santos
With horns from the trees
And magnificent played bongos
Vinnie is the head honcho, pop your eyes out
With my bare hands
There's blood on my grand poncho
I don't give a flying fuck though
We all nutso put you in a wall underneath
Where they lay stucco
If I was you I'd pray, bucko
You could be the first motherfucker that I
Cut and the vein cut slow
Speaking of the cut though
Rawer than Peruvian and Vinnie P blast with
Heat like I'm Vesuvian
If y'all wanna overstand death then
Y'all should screw with him
Hooligans who beef when it ain't got
Nothing to do with them
Where I'm from
Niggas wouldn't dare to take the same route
I ain't gotta say no names
To get my name out
It's fucked up what the game about but
Voices ain't been the same
Since T-Pain came out
If you ain't shooting you gonna get shot
But nowadays niggas is pussy
They do the shooting when they get shot
Get your bitch shot, chin shot spit a shell
Not a rap to make your motherfucking hip pop
I don't get shot
I stay strapped like a flip-flop
Mazerati Mazi get gwap before I get got
If not they gonna have to put me in the dirt
It's either that or they gonna
Have to cuff me, book like a clerk
Put me in the cell for a pistol and the shell
Miserable as hell cause a
Nigga wouldn't tell
School of hard knocks, nigga wouldn't fail
Got detention for a cell so they
Put me in the cell