Die motherfucker, die
AOTP shit, nigga
Die motherfucker, die-die-die
Die motherfucker, die-die-die (yeah)
Die motherfucker, die
Top Gun of this rap shit
Cock guns to blast shit, nigga, what's the meaning of that?
Shit, scheming to blacksmith and westin' what's hood
I'm grown, now I gotta start protecting my goods
I gotta start protecting every one of my kids
I gotta start protecting everything I got in the crib (that's my shit)
I gotta have a fresh, pair J's for the whizz
If not trees, if not that I ain't handle my bizz (and that's a-)
A screwed up way to live
But that's me, follow my lead it is what it is (my niggas)
I hold steel in the hour of chaos
And hurdle through the base
Heads tryin' to just play with the odds (shit)
I'm not the type of nigga to claim god
But dog, I heard you spit, don't quit your day job
I've always been the cat to slave hard
Hoping that the dealer (uh-huh) don't turn over the face card
Fuck the claps and cheers, all we want is respect
And y'all fuckers are wild lame, y'all ain't nothing to sweat, uh
Still certified greens and tan trees
Still in the hood like damp leaves and banshees
The last time they seen Vinnie Paz and Kenny Spaz
We was blazed up in a cab, waving a semi-mag
That was the time I dropped out of college (uh-huh)
The god of law thought he would go on his own
It's still knowledge, knowledge
Kinda ridiculous the way I get in this shit
Some felt ignorant, me felt innocent
So for now on my gods you now strong
Niggas want war, I get you murked by a wild jawn
The only reason I ain't on and my niggas is on
'Cause I got stuck on the gold pot that I'm sitting on
'Til I seen there wasn't nothing there (nothing there)
From my eyes to me ears I got stains and bloody tears
AOTP, they know we be O-N-T-O-P
(Die motherfucker, die)
Fucking with these gentlemen
We run up in your residence, get you for your presidents
(Die motherfucker, die)
Make up the break-up
I don't wanna wake up, if I don't got my cake up
(Die motherfucker, die)
AOTP, on top we be, he-he-he-he
(Die motherfucker, die)
The psycho's back
Strong enough to push the Eifel back
Halloween mask, Michael's back
Stay in your lane, you no named niggas get lipo'd up
Lose weight when the rifle bust, I don't like you fucks
They want my life I want five mics, problem is I'm unsigned hyped
Fuck is the deal, give me life in the booth with no fucking appeal
I bet you my left lung they can't fuck with the skill
Bet you my right hand they gon' die in the trauma
It's the front street terrorist, I ride like Osama
It's a thin line between a prick and a fool
But these faggots they keep acting like snitching is cool
Man, these faggots they keep acting like I ain't a beast
'Til their face is next to their sons under the beach
Food for the crabs, mission accomplished, nigga, take it in blood
It's a wrap, my crew acting like Satan is loved
I'm Jesus in reverse, the son of Satan with a fire arm
Water to blood, apocalyptic firestorm
You a sucka rapper, never know what side you on
I shoot my biscuit in the air until the sky is gone
A 16 of mine murder your entire song
.9M submachine is long like your entire arm
I'm a loud mouth fucka, not a quiet storm
I don't believe in an afterlife, so once you die you gone
Never nothin' soft, everythin' a violent song
Kanye West, gay rapper, that's when lines are drawn
Qwest hit me with a beat like he Italian mob
It ain't even beef no more, it's Hillshire Farm
I ain't gonna leave your family any time to mourn
My clenched fist shows the power that's inside the palm
The same palm that was taking human lives in 'Nam
And I ain't stoppin' it 'til all these human lives are gone
AOTP, they know we be, O-N-T-O-P
(Die motherfucker, die)
Fucking with these gentlemen
We run up in your residence, get you for your presidents
(Die motherfucker, die)
Make up the break-up
I don't wanna wake up if I don't got my cake up
(Die motherfucker, die)
AOTP, on top we be, he-he-he-he
(Die motherfucker, die)
Cocksucker, brat, brat
Yeah, Big Louis Doggs (die motherfucker, die) (yeah)
The genocide general (motherfucker)
Doap Nix (AOTP) (die motherfucker, die)
Demoz-demoz
Planetary, AOTP
Qwest on the beat
It ain't a game, baby
Brat, brat (die motherfucker, die)
Cocksucker
Die motherfucker, die-die-die
Die motherfucker, die-die-die
Die motherfucker, die-die-die
Die motherfucker, die