Army of the Pharaohs - Frontline lyrics

Uh! A-O T-P in this nigga!
We don't rumble no more!
I will take it back and disrespect a nigga
Sliding 'fore I pull that ratchet out!
I'm going in! Uh!

Why you runnin' with those
Lames that's tapped out
A-O T-P is front line with they MACs out
And we don't rumble no more
We coming for war
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


I'm telling you clowns
My next step is fillin' up
Your melon with rounds
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
Shit I cock the heaters
Fat, bald, Puerto Ricans
And the pasta eaters
Every move I make righteous
God Allah can see us
Peace to Abraham, Ishmael, Jacob, Jesus
Peace to every man, woman, and child
To Muhammad and his glorious muezzin Bilal
You a swine eater
That means all your energy foul
I'm a divine leader
That means all my enemies bow
Yeah, but I ain't worried
'bout my enemies now
Even though at times my team
Can be incredibly wild
Don't attempt to ever get me to smile
Unless you wanna see what bullets do
To heads of a child (yeah)

Behold a Pale Horse
Y'all niggas is runnin' the frail course
(Get up)
Ain't nothing better than smellin'
The stale corpse
Depicted through your skeleton
Wear elegant gloves
Purple blood on the fingers we
Locked from Hell and above
(The shell from a slug) Turn
Grizzly bears into cubs
I make the birds fly south when we
Get it crunk in the clubs
(It's nothin' to us) We
Bustin' militant verses
Belligerent syndicate
We spit the gift and the curses
You niggas worthless
I seen you in your cypher with your backpack
I'm way past that, may God strike ya!
You sounded like you was readin'
You was off-beat even
So you left with your jaw leakin'
I punished 'em all speakin'
We all beefin', niggas is runnin' rampant
I curve verbs
The type that can serve Sampras
Y'all all infantile niggas in Pampers
There's no cure to my sickness
I'm rap's cancer

Let's get it crackin'
What happened to all of y'all?
These QD stars got the
People screaming for encore
We love raw, direct, uncut raw
And ya little particles
We bound to dust and mop
Rap shit is my rope and
I ain't givin' it slack
Main question in the air, "Man
Who bringin' it back?"
Gotta' be us, honestly "In God We Trust"
Apply pressure to the point and
It will probably bust
Don't ever strike me, rolling with Crypt
That's more than likely
My daily operation for the
Cash on the nightly
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
I will never cater
Demoz tryin' to come up, like a elevator
Green money, make paper, like I own a forest
He's funny
Rap name should be Martin Lawrence
Never hated
I ain't tryna say I never made it
Man, my confidence is high
Like it's medicated
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?
(Why, nigga?)