クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jedi Mind Tricks
Performer
Army of the Pharaohs
Performer
Vinnie Paz
Performer
Chief Kamachi
Performer
Reef the Lost Cauze
Performer
Planetary
Performer
Vincent Luviner
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
E. Littlepage
Songwriter
S. Lacey
Songwriter
M. Collazo
Songwriter
M Henzey
Songwriter
Vincent Luviner
Songwriter
歌詞
Yeah, it's murderous
Bloody murderous
Blood
It's spelled doom
Pharaoh Club, baby
For whom the bell is toll
Vinnie Paz, I call hell home
Put the ratchet to the side of your face like a cell phone
Any way you want to look at it, it's spelled doom
Vinnie Paz, he ends up being proud of your belt on
Me and Sharif, we're stronger than pillars and reefs
You need to overstand that Pharaoh's is still in the streets
You need to know that we got beef, but we're willing to peace
You need to know that we got heat and it's still for police
It's you, Doom Mob, and I'ma yell to Pharaoh Club
We on some revolution, I'ma do the Alisher
I like to watch your brain explode when the hollow hit
It's Vinnie Paz, Louis Dogs, Camacho, follow it
My house like thunder
Controlling the 80s
Flow very crazy like I spit the blood of Rosemary's baby
It's like fire, I can hustle and eat
Couple hoes for the stores, bitch, fall for the daisies
Ashes from urns, I'm a murderer, baby
A lavish little Lucifer burning the hazes
Spaced out, still can get a hold of the ladies
Hit from Adam Basquiat, the old Mercedes
This is death speaking, I smell a fresh flesh wreaking
Get a funeral organ and a best-dressed speaking
Juju tough voodoo come, eye on a Pharaoh's blood pump
Heart of a chump, chump from the house
We got a rest for you
Yeah, our squad's ain't checking for you
And if this beef poppatexis, we'll crush it on you
AODP, Juju Maw, we bossing your clique
Bring fire on this hip hop shit
The kid reverb on the streets of King Kong
Why the fuck knock me my chest like King Kong?
Is this thing on?
I'm trying to channel the youth
I ride the crown of Caesar and Hannibal's boots
They call me Animal Tooth
Use your bones as a back scratcher
I'm allergic to dirt, weed and whack rappers
My hands too pretty, I just let the gas smack ya
I dropped out of school
Motherfucker backpacker
Top of crosses and we bomb on you bitches
You a fucking food cake like what my aunt said for Christmas
My dog's been lit since we ain't trying to be friends
My gun attached to my hip like a Siamese twin
We gon' beat down, QD **** hit the street now
Banging beats out, thug **** throw their heaters out
It's pussy **** like y'all, scandalous house
Once they retrieve them out, let them see the clouds
I make the most gangster **** hit the concrete and start snitching
Pointing fingers like they on Wall Street
My squad deep, we the gods and generals
Type of **** too drunk, we dodge the interviews
We came a long way from siphoning all day
The days was on play, now we rhyming for strong pay
I just praise God a stronghold in the gate
We reign, you mind the league as we freezing the hall of fame
We got a rest for you, yeah our squad ain't checking for you
And if this beef pop a test, it's with questions on you
AODP, Juju Ma, we bossing your clique
Bring fire on this hip hop shit
We got a rest for you, yeah our squad ain't checking for you
And if this beef pop a test, it's with questions on you
AODP, Juju Ma, we bossing your clique
Bring fire on this hip hop shit
Written by: E. Littlepage, Lacey Sharif Talib, M Henzey, M. Collazo, S. Lacey, V. LUVINER
