Official Pistol Gang
AOTP
Yeah
MTK, you killing 'em, cousin
Killing 'em
Woo
Okay
Uh
Let it be known we too much for these underclassmen
Fuck the lights, fuck the cameras, I want the action
I want in on anything that can get me money
For the root of evil, watch how I get ugly
Completely famished
Hungry is an understatement
That's real talk, my words ain't under investigation
I'm never hesitating, too much time is wasting
I ain't half-baked, my brain is never vegetating
Everybody wanna rap, gotta regulate 'em
Thou shall not spit in my presence, that is my legislation
Constant elevation, constant steady pacing
Deadly melodies, deadly combinations
MCs nowadays, heavy population
Too many hard looks, we gotta rock they face in
I ain't no Indian, homie, I'm a chief rocker
Goodfella capo, put you in a meat locker
We ain't going nowhere, locked and loaded in here
We controlling this here, all of our soldiers is near
We ain't going nowhere, locked and loaded in here
We controlling this here, all of our soldiers is near
The terror's unholy so cherish the sun slowly
The pharaoh inside of a narrow grave, you can't control me
If I die, nobody hold me, my body would rather be lonely
My soul is in purgatory waiting for Satan to scold me
If I had to go back into the old me, I'd be
Depressed and distraught from all of the OE
I'd rather take a fucking shot of that Cognac
Y'all niggas is bottom feeders, the rest of y'all below that
Pharaoh clique, man, we deep like the Wu was
Or really like the Wu is but we be the new buzz
A few drugs got you niggas all gassed up
MP3s are like M16s, after they pass us
As for us, Outer Space, we salute y'all
Only fuck with fam 'cause y'all be acting all RuPaul
My niggas rugged, we carry Louisville sluggers
And we claiming Outer Space, ain't a fucking soul above us, nigga
We ain't going nowhere, locked and loaded in here
We controlling this here, all of our soldiers is near
We ain't going nowhere, locked and loaded in here
We controlling this here, all of our soldiers is near
I'ma do what I gotta do to get the guap
And if it's daylight and kids is out, I'll wet they block
Young bulls, no respect, they will get they pop
I'm a G, I'm polite, let me get that
Yeah, break bread, god
My hair rap like the Iron Sheik and the Desert
E have your wig peeled like tires screeching
Rra, rra
Them bullet holes have you dying, leaking
My beats savage and speak Spanish like I was Rican
Y'all last like y'all was culo
Son chill all in your grill like
Guns big like they was sumo
Let 'em bang, I let 'em hang like they Arturo
Blood and guts, warrior baby
I don't call it haze, I call it smog
The drug is white girl and I ain't talking Lady Gag
Motherfucker, I'm nice with mine, you nice with yours?
The difference is like Nike 4s and Michael Kors
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