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Yeah! A-O-T-P Pharoah clique motherfuckers Yeah! You motherfuckers know Stomp these niggas down on this shit Yeah! That grizzly shit, motherfuckers Yeah! Ayo I bruise fools when I lose my cool Crush crews snatch fools then react with tools On some 94 shit while i act gat clickity clack You back down like cowards and rats Pharoah clique rainin Blood stainin on the pavement We the judge jury executioners at your arraignment You ain't got a chance in hell face all swell from the tears Now your homies pourin out they beers For years we put it down Now we comin for the crown With your head still attached this that bull dog rap Call me spike call my forty cal lil spike junior And his brother death comin to a nigga sooner Yo the warning in the air torture papers over there Letras de cancionesBetter read up or live your worthless life outta fear Yo the warning in the air torture papers over there Better read up (Read up) Yeah Im with my fifth state to state And I'm on it and together we ride out If the cops come we play Bonnie n Clyde (Yeah) Two bricks and two tommy's inside In two minutes we gonna have two bodies to hide Look the cops wanna give me 20 to life My wife's 20 gotta daughter she depend on my life (Ill) Stressed out feelin lonely I scream That's when I woke up it was only a dream Nigga reality check stuck in a cell Mom's stressin cuz her first son's up in the jail Got two containers on me I ain't stuck with a bail Black judge lookin at me like you fuckin with hell 23 years old with a daughter to raise My baby momma dumb bitch I ain't call her in days (Bitch) ? ? ? and my daughter I miss you Don't think cuz I ain't hit your mommy up I'm tryin to diss you And I'm Low (Thanks to steven for these lyrics) From Letras Mania