Army of the Pharaohs - Gun Ballad lyrics

Yeah, uh, yeah we back y'all
Uh, AOTP
This was what y'all's was waiting for
Right?
Yeah, nothing but that classic, classic
Nothing but that classic, classic

Yeah, yo i stay strolling with Crypt
My opening 'graph like the
Smoke from a fifth
Cup of gin, devilish grin
Bodies cozy and stiff it's the messiah
Think the black Moses of myth
I hold the staff and turn
Snakes into Netherland piff
I spit the 'glyphics and the mystics
You know what it give
One eye, bloodshot, on a pyramid tip
It's real energy
You a high school chemistry kit
The ease, the crease, get a whole energy lift


If your hate since '98, Kamachi and Hologram
And '07, he the reverend of the lawless land
I crack crosses
I'm here for the fall of man
AOTP, this is what you call a jam


Nigga I'll leave you poked in the chest
If hip-hop is dead
Call me ghost in the flesh
I'm close to the best
Kill your fucking man
Have a toast to the death
Gotta be a ball game if
I'm approaching the bench
Coke on the steps, po-po lock me up
Came home, now we just waiting on mafia
Jay I got you, Vinnie I see you
Crypt, King Size, Planetary, no need to
Display no one else's name, we all lethal
We came from a flame a hundred below evil
Nigga, I'll shoot you, I'll stab you
I'll knock your fucking jaw off your
Face if I smack you
Who's Luke, who's John, who's Paul
Who's Matthew
I don't read the fucking Bible
Nigga I just get at you
I'll make a bunch of crazy
White boys kidnap you
Let you know this is real true life
No battle

This is a gun ballad, motherfucker get lost
AOTP, every member is a boss
Can you pay the price when
Your life is the cost
Will you crack under pressure
Take another loss
This is a gun ballad, motherfucker get lost
AOTP, every member is a boss
Can you pay the price when
Your life is the cost
Will you crack under pressure
Take another loss this is a gun ballad


You knew the white boy was wild nice
And then I stick the cooker to
Your ribs like fried rice
I got some cousins moving D at a wild price
That have the dope fiends lean
Mean when they pound spikes
The aim's sloppy dog, knife work mean
Stick it through the neck, pull it out
Knife work clean (ha ha ha ha)
The God's righteous
But I might serve fiends
And the four-fifth lift you
Out your iceberg jeans
I got a lot of young boys and they mad hungry
Murder, kill, shoot the place up, stab for me
This ain't the type of place
You can survive God (not at all)
God don't live inside me, I live inside God

I ain't messing with nines, nah
I give them shit's to my broad
I only mess with big shit
With the shoulders involved
Throw your body in the river
So the odor dissolve a headshot
Leave your brain under the motor of your car
For real, you can bet your last
I split plenty wigs it's KTK, Kenny the Kid
And I'm still in the hood, money
Getting them packs off
Side of the barrel, dog
It feel like a scratch-off
Broad daylight, the hood's like Iraq
I got good aim
Peephole niggas get eye-clapped
And we all on ease, all
In greens, all in trees
And we all gon' squeeze
AOTP, niggas be running game on you
And I ain't talking about my
Money's gonna rain on you
I'm talking about the shit that
Dent up your car
Get mines and big phasers or
I'm clipping your broad, faggot
This is a gun ballad, motherfucker get lost
AOTP, every member is a boss
Can you pay the price when
Your life is the cost
Will you crack under pressure
Take another loss
This is a gun ballad, motherfucker get lost
AOTP, every member is a boss
Can you pay the price when
Your life is the cost
Will you crack under pressure
Take another loss this is a gun ballad