Текст песни Army of the Pharaohs - Gorillas

NBA Live 2007 - OST
Жанр: Hip-Hop / OST
Исполнитель: Army of the Pharaohs
Альбом: NBA Live 2007 - OST
Длительность: 03:07
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[Verse 1: Crypt the Warchild] Y'all get too close, I'ma squeeze the life out of you You speak too loosely with your words, I'ma silence you You ain't a leader, dog, nobody'd die for you You ain't a killer, dog, who the fuck lied to you And I don't even fuck with y'all ballerinas Tryin' to tiptoe by me, I'ma stab your team up Tryin' to get dough by me, I'ma snatch your cream up 'Cause my squad gotta eat and y'all can't come between us Thoughts of blowin' my fuckin' head off when I look in my gun I cock back, can't squeeze when I look at my son I stop that, can't breathe, y'all wouldn't walk in my shoes I'm antisocial, don't speak unless I talk with a tool [Verse 2: Esoteric] You can take the braggin', the boastin', add up the passion devotion The crabs that lack in emotion, we throw 'em back in the ocean The Pharaohs packin' the potion, we back in action and rappers are chokin' Actin' like the smokin' cats, their backs will get broken And '96 was the year I started talkin' with Vinnie Rockin' the city, talkin', really reppin' Boston and Philly Now you can find us, lined up with OS and QD We flow fresh, so don't test, we grotesque and beauty I profess a slow death, your plan of attack's a panic attack Still better than Bush's plan for Iraq My fam in the back, known to keep it realer than most While you fake cats cower like the Steelers coach [Chorus: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, we the realest, ain't nobody stoppin' the fam And we gorillas, walk around with glocks in our hand And we some killas, run it like the Mafia ran And you should feel us 'cause we turn your fuckin' block into sand [Verse 3: Apathy] We been bubblin' like Bazooka Joe since Boogie Down and Superho Futuristic, new simplistic, sweatin' my computer flow Army of the armed and dangerous, we stay with stainlesses Status is famous, raps translated to seven languages Rulin' rap, iron fisted, flow's fluid, rhyme is liquid Nitrogen, knife in my pocket, pull it out when shit gets twisted Y'all lookin' for villains? Well, I'm that guy I charge junior high kids for a contact high And I could always tell Kno was on some faggot shit Like singin' Lil' Kim's parts during Magic Stick You'll get your face rocked, nose popped, we got, heat cocked The A-dot, o-dot, t-dot, P-dot [Verse 4: Planetary] Check, yo Ever since Blood and Ashes life's slowly been changin' Catch me sweatin' every night, with my rosary, prayin' Meditatin', bathin' in blood, face full of mud So grimy, tryin' to speak to me's like takin' a drug Razor blades under the tongue, with "Ways of the Gun" Playin' in the background when I'm embracin' my sons It's like I'm huggin' Satan, though, they feel the evil inside me Nah boys, it's me, Papi, can't one emcee stop me I'm stressed, blessed with a gift, I'm still tryin' to make it Stained from separations, my brain is like a matrix I tighten up my laces, prepare for the sequel Until then, I'm gon' hustle and take care of my peoples, what! [Chorus - 2X]
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