Gun Ballad

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