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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
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