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
[Hook: Demoz]
AOTP, they know we be, O-N T-O-P (Die mother fucker, die) Fucking with these gentlemen, we run up in your residence, get you for your presidents (Die mother fucker, die) Make up the break up, I don't wanna wake up, If I don't got my cake up (Die mother fucker, die) AOTP, on top we be he he he he (Die mother fucker, die)
[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
I'm Jesus in reverse, the son of Satan with a fire arm Water to blood, apocalyptic fire storm You a sucka rapper, never know what side you on I shoot my biscuit in the air until the sky is gone A 16 of mine murder your entire song 9M submachine is long like your entire arm I'm a loud mouth fucka not a quiet storm I don't believe in an afterlife so once you die you gone Never nothin soft, everythin' a violent song Kanye West, gay rapper, thats when lines are drawn Qwest hit me with a beat like he Italian mob It ain't even beef no more, its Hillshire Farm I ain't gonna leave your family any time to mourn My clenched fist shows the power that's inside the palm The same 'palm that was taking human lives in 'Nam And I ain't stoppin it till' all these human lives are gone