Lyrics Gun Ballad - Chief Kamachi, Demoz, Vinnie Paz

Gun Ballad

Yeah, uh, yeah, we back y’all, uh, A O T P
This is what y’all’s was waitin' for, right?
Yeah, nothin' but that classic, classic
Nothin' but that classic, classic
Yeah, yo, I stay strollin' with Crypt
My openin' griff like the smokes of my 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 nothin' but pith
I spit the 'glyfics and a mystics, you know what it give
One eye, bloodshot on a pyramid tick
It’s real energy, you a high school chemistry kit
The ease, the crease, get a whole energy lift
If your hate since 9 8, Kamachi and Hologram
And 0 7, he the reverend of the lawless land
I crack crosses, I’m here for the fall of man
A O T P, 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 fuckin' man, have a toast to the death
Gotta be a ball game if I’m approachin' the bench
Coke on the steps, po-po lock me up
Came home, now, we just waitin' on mafia
Jae I got you, Vinnie I see you
Crypt, King Syze, 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 knock your fuckin' 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 fuckin' Bible, nigga I’ll 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
A O T P, 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
A O T P 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 that I stick the cooker to your ribs like fried rice
I got some cousins movin' 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
The God’s righteous, but I might serve fiends
And the four fifth lift you out your Iceberg jeans, yeah
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 messin' with nines, nah, I give them shits to my bro
I only mess with big shit with the shoulders involved
Throw your body in the river, so, the odor dissolve
A head shot, leave your brain under the motor your car
For real, you can bet your last, I split plenty wigs
It’s K T K, Kenny the Kid
And I’m still in the hood, money, gettin' them packs off
Side of the barrel, dog, it feel like a scratch off
Broad day light, the hood’s like Iraq
I got good aim, peep hole niggas get eye clapped
And we all on ease, all in greens, all in trees
And we all gon' squeeze
A O T P, niggas be runnin' game on you
And I ain’t talkin' about my money’s gonna rain on you
I’m talkin' about the shit that dent up your car
Get my eyes a big faces or I’m clippin' your broad, faggot
This is a gun ballad, motherfucker get lost
A O T P, 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
A O T P 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