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Army of The Pharaohs - "Bloody Tears" [Official Video]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vinnie Paz
Vinnie Paz
Performer
Demoz
Demoz
Performer
Doap Nixon
Doap Nixon
Performer
Army of the Pharaohs
Army of the Pharaohs
Performer
Planetary
Planetary
Performer
Vincent Luviner
Vincent Luviner
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vincent Luviner
Vincent Luviner
Songwriter

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(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 (Uha) 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 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 (Uha) don't turn over the face card Fuck the claps and cheers, all we want is respect And ya'll fuckers are wild lame, yall ain't nothing to sweat (Uhh) 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 (Uha) 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 (Heh) The only reason I ain't on and my niggas is on Cuz I got stuck on the gold pot that I'm sitting on Till 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 5 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 Till 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 fire storm 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, thats when lines are drawn Qwest hit me with a beat like he Italian mob It ain't even beef no more, its 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 till' 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 (ha ha ha ha) Brat brat Yeah Big Louis Doggs (Die motherfucker, die) (Yeah) The genocide general (Motherfucker) Doap Nix (AOTP) (Die motherfucker, die) Demoz Planetary AOTP Qwest on the beat It ain't a game baby Brat brat Ha ha ha ha (Die motherfucker, die) Cocksucker (Die motherfucker) (Die die die ...) (Die motherfucker) (Die die die ...) (Die motherfucker) (Die die die ...) (Die motherfucker, die)
Writer(s): Vincent Luviner, Jose Vargas, Kenneth G Greene, Mario Collazo, David Klein Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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