Bust ’Em In Army of the Pharaohs

[Intro: Celph Titled]
Stupid motherfuckers
Run, duck, and hide, die motherfucker die (Let em know, Celph)
It's time to bust some heads in (Let's go.)
Oh yeah
It is the Army. Blaaaat!

[Chorus: Celph Titled]
Hard to the motherfucking core we are
The federated army of the Pharaoh murderer squad
Run run
We gonna tear the head piece up
Uh huh, you don't want beef because
Vinnie I had enough of them, yo bust 'em in
Vinnie I had enough of them, yo bust 'em in
Bust, bust 'em in
Bust, bust 'em in
Bust, bust 'em in
Bust, bust 'em in

[Verse 1: Reef The Lost Cauze]
A.O.T.P, fresh Nikes and ice links
You won't feel till after the punch like a spiked drink
Sipping Goose till my eyes pink
Ninety-five live rings
Real niggas survive things and die kings
I can hear dead homie sayin' "Yo you owe it to me."
So it's no holds barred like the old Hulk Hogan movie
You got a heart homeboy? Well yo show it to me
The flow's majestic, I spit a roll of golden rubies
I'm old school like roll a doobie
Daddy-O my hoes is groovy, pay my rent with dough from groupies
A pimp and a killer, gorilla your project
Nine milli really only defense of my logic
The shotgun just sits in the closet
Waiting for you fuckers to come dip in my shit
Nonsense
The weak could never stop the thorough
Bitch niggas suspect, I call them boys Gossip Girls