Henry VIII
Yeahit's murdersplenty murders
Bloodwe spell doom pharaoh clique, baby
For whom the bells toll, Vinnie Paz
I call hell home
Put the ratchet to the side of
Your face like a cell phone
Any way you wanna look at it, it spell doom
Vinnie Pazienza be proud that you
You fell to him me and Shareef
We stronger than pillars in Greece
You need to over-stand that pharaohs
Are still in the streets
You need to know that we got
Beef but we willin' to peace
You need to know that we got
Hate and it's still for police
It's Juju Mob
And Army of the Pharaoh clique
We on some revolution Amadou Diallo shit
I like to watch your brain
Explodin' when the hollow hit
It's Vinnie Paz, Louie Dogs
Kamachi follow it
Yo it's my house like
RUN! controllin the 80's
Flow very crazy like I spit
The blood of Rosemary's baby
Slang fire like a hustle in Haiti
Couple holes for the souls
Pitchfork for the daisies
Ashes for urns, I'm a murderer maybe
A lavish little Lucifer burnin' the hazy
Faced out
Still could get a hold of the ladies
Hit from Madam Bavaskier in a older Mercedes
This is death speakin'
The smell of fresh flesh wreakin'
Get a funeral organ and
The best dressed deacon
Juju tongue, voodoo come, eye of the pharaohs
Blood pour, heart of a chump
Jump from the arrows
We got a message for ya
Yeah, our squads ain't checkin' for ya
And if it's beef
We'll produce the Smith and Wesson's on ya
AOTP, Juju Mob, we bossin' ya clique
Rain fire on this hip hop shit
The king Reef raw
On the streets I'm King Cauze
Wild the fuck out
Beat my chest like King Kong
Is this thing on?
I'm tryin' to channel the youth
I rock the crown of Caesar
And Hannibal's boots
They call me animal tooth
Use your bones as a back scratcher
I'm allergic to dirt weed and wack rappers
My hand's too gritty
I just let the gat smack ya
I dropped outta school
Motherfuck a backpacker
Double cross us and we'll
Bomb on you bitches
You a fuckin' fruitcake like what
My aunt sent for Christmas
My dogs relentless and we ain't
Tryin' to be friends
My gun attach to my hip like a siamese twin
It's a critical beatdown
QD niggas hit the street now
Bangin beats out
Thug niggas throw they heaters out
It's pussy niggas like y'all scared
To leave the house
Once they retrieve 'em out (BLAAT)
Let 'em see the clouds
I make the most gangsta
Nigga hit the concrete and start snitchin'
Pointin' fingers like they on Wall Street
My squad deep, we the "Gods and Generals"
Type of niggas too drunk
We dodge the interviews
We came a long way from cipherin' all day
When days was all play
Now we rhymin' for strong pay
Outerspace got a strong hold on the game
We reign, you minor leaguers
We breezin' the Hall of Fame