[Intro: Chief Kamachi]   Yeah, uh, yeah   We back y'all   Uh, AOTP   This is what y'all's was waiting for, right?   Yeah, nothing but that classic, classic, nothing but that classic, classic      [Verse 1: Chief Kamachi]   Yeah, yo   I stay strolling with Crypt   My opening Griff like the smokes of my fifth   Cup of gin, devilish grin, bodies cozy and stiff   It's the messiah, think the black Moses of myth   I hold the staff and turn snakes into nothing but pith   I spit the 'glyfics and a mystics, you know what it give   One eye, bloodshot, on a pyramid tick   It's real energy, you a high school chemistry kit   The ease, the crease, get a whole energy lift   If your hate since 9-8, Kamachi and Hologram   And 0-7, he the reverend of the lawless land   I crack crosses, I'm here for the fall of man   AOTP, this is what you call a jam      [Verse 2: Demoz]      Nigga I'll leave you poked in the chest   If hip hop is dead, call me ghost in the flesh   I'm close to the best   Kill your fucking man, have a toast to the death   Gotta be a ball game if I'm approaching the bench   Coke on the steps, po-po lock me up   Came home, now we just waiting on mafia   Jae I got you, Vinnie I see you   Crypt, King Size, Planetary, no need to   Display no one else's name, we all lethal   We came from a flame a hundred below evil   Nigga, I'll shoot you, I'll stab you,   I knock your fucking jaw off your face if I smack you   Who's Luke, who's John, who's Paul, who's Matthew   I don't read the fucking bible, nigga I'll just get at you   I'll make a bunch of crazy white boys kidnap you   Let you know this is real true life, no battle      [Chorus: Demoz]   This is a gun ballad, mother fucker get lost   AOTP, every member is a boss   Can you pay the price when your life is the cost   Will you crack under pressure, take another loss   This is a gun ballad, mother fucker get lost   AOTP every member is a boss   Can you pay the price when your life is the cost   Will you crack under pressure, take another loss   This is a gun ballad      [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]      You knew the white boy was wild nice   And that I stick the cooker to your ribs like fried rice   I got some cousins moving d at a wild price   That have the dope fiends lean mean when they pound spikes   The aim's sloppy dog, knife work mean   Stick it through the neck, pull it out   Knife work clean (ha ha ha ha)   The God's righteous, but I might serve fiends   And the four fifth lift you out your iceberg jeans   I got a lot of young boys and they mad hungry   Murder, kill, shoot the place up, stab for me   This ain't the type of place you can survive God (not at all)   God don't live inside me, I live inside God.      [Verse 4: Doap Nixon]      I ain't messing with nines, nah   I give them shits to my bro   I only mess with big shit, with the shoulders involved   Throw your body in the river so the odor dissolve   A head shot, leave your brain under the motor your car   For real, you can bet your last, I split plenty wigs   It's KTK, Kenny the Kid   And I'm still in the hood, money, getting them packs off   Side of the Barrel, dog   It feel like a scratch off   Broad day light, the hood's like Iraq   I got good aim, peep hole niggas get eye clapped   And we all on ease, all in greens, all in trees, and we all gon' squeeze   AOTP, niggas be running game on you   And I ain't talking about my money's gonna rain on you   I'm talking about the shit that dent up your car   Gat nines and big faces or I'm clipping your broad, faggot      [Chorus: Demoz]   This is a gun ballad, mother fucker get lost   AOTP, every member is a boss   Can you pay the price when your life is the cost   Will you crack under pressure, take another loss   This is a gun ballad, mother fucker get lost   AOTP every member is a boss   Can you pay the price when your life is the cost   Will you crack under pressure, take another loss   This is a gun ballad