Frontline Army of the Pharaohs

[Intro: Doap Nixon]
Uh! A-O-T-P in this nigga!
We don't rumble no more!
I will take it back and disrespect a nigga sliding 'fore I pull that ratchet out!
I'm going in! Uh!

[Verse 1: Doap Nixon]
Why you runnin' with those lames that's tapped out
A-O-T-P is front line with they MACs out
And we don't rumble no more, we coming for war
I can hit from a long range, don't care if you draw
And uh, your eyes can't hit what they can't see
The M1, will melt a nigga wig like gangrene
And my trees is laced, bucket is half licked
My whole team got laced, half of them rich
The other half, originate from the best part
My right hook'll leave your face covered with stretch-marks
When the swelling go down, I'm telling you clowns
My next step is fillin' up your melon with rounds
And uh, this is warfare, niggas in war gear
The A-O-T-P whole roster is all here
So fall back if you thinkin' of beefin' dog
I had my nigga Reef tie your moms to a tree with barbs

[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
The heavy metal king hold big shit I cock the heaters
Fat, bald, Puerto Ricans, and the pasta eaters
Every move I make righteous, God Allah can see us
Peace to Abraham, Ishmael, Jacob, Jesus
Peace to every man, woman, and child
To Muhammad and his glorious muezzin Bilal
You a swine eater, that means all your energy foul
I'm a divine leader, that means all my enemies bow
Yeah, but I ain't worried 'bout my enemies now
Even though at times my team can be incredibly wild
Don't attempt to ever get me to smile
Unless you wanna see what bullets do to heads of a child (Yeah!)