[Intro]
Die, motherfuckers, die
AOTP shit nigga
Die, die, die
Die, motherfuckers, die
[Verse 1: Planetary]
Top Gun of this rap shit
Cock guns to blast shit, nigga what's the meaning of that
Shit, scheming, a black Smith & Wesson, 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
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
I'm not the type of nigga to claim god
But dog I heard you spit
Do't quit your day job
I've always been the cat to slave hard
Hoping that the dealer don't turn over the face card
[Verse 2: Doap Nixon]
Fuck the claps and cheers, all we want is respect
And ya'll fuckers are wild lame, yall 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
The god of law thought he would go on his own
Is 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
Is cuz I got stuck on the gold pot that I'm sitting on
Till I seen there wasn't nothing there
From my eyes to my ears I got stains of bloody tears
Die, motherfuckers, die
AOTP shit nigga
Die, die, die
Die, motherfuckers, die
[Verse 1: Planetary]
Top Gun of this rap shit
Cock guns to blast shit, nigga what's the meaning of that
Shit, scheming, a black Smith & Wesson, 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
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
I'm not the type of nigga to claim god
But dog I heard you spit
Do't quit your day job
I've always been the cat to slave hard
Hoping that the dealer don't turn over the face card
[Verse 2: Doap Nixon]
Fuck the claps and cheers, all we want is respect
And ya'll fuckers are wild lame, yall 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
The god of law thought he would go on his own
Is 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
Is cuz I got stuck on the gold pot that I'm sitting on
Till I seen there wasn't nothing there
From my eyes to my ears I got stains of bloody tears
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