Lyrics Henry the 8th - Army of the Pharaohs
[Intro:
Vinnie
Paz]
Yeah...
it's
murders...
plenty
murders
Blood...
We
spell
doom
Pharaoh
clique,
baby
[Verse
1:
Vinnie
Paz]
For
whom
the
bells
toll,
Vinnie
Paz,
I
call
hell
home
Put
the
ratchet
to
the
side
of
your
face
like
a
cell
phone
Any
way
you
wanna
look
at
it,
it
spell
doom
Vinnie
Pazienza,
be
proud
that
you
you
fell
to
him
Me
and
Shareef,
we
stronger
than
pillars
in
Greece
You
need
to
over-stand
that
pharaohs
are
still
in
the
streets
You
need
to
know
that
we
got
beef
but
we
willin'
to
peace
You
need
to
know
that
we
got
hate
and
it's
still
for
police
It's
Juju
Mob,
and
Army
of
the
Pharaoh
clique
We
on
some
revolution
Amadou
Diallo
shit
I
like
to
watch
your
brain
explodin'
when
the
hollow
hit
It's
Vinnie
Paz,
Louie
Dogs,
Kamachi
follow
it
[Verse
2:
Chief
Kamachi]
Yo
its
my
house
like
RUN!
Controllin'
the
80's
Flow
very
crazy
like
I
spit
the
blood
of
Rosemary's
baby
Slang
fire
like
a
hustle
in
Haiti
Couple
holes
for
the
souls,
pitchfork
for
the
daisies
Ashes
for
urns,
I'm
a
murderer
maybe
A
lavish
little
Lucifer
burnin'
the
hazy
Faced
out,
still
could
get
a
hold
of
the
ladies
Hit
from
Madame
Blavatsky
in
a
older
Mercedes
This
is
death
speakin',
the
smell
of
fresh
flesh
wreakin'
Get
a
funeral
organ
and
the
best
dressed
deacon
Juju
tongue,
voodoo
come,
eye
of
the
pharaohs
Blood
pour,
heart
of
a
chump,
jump
from
the
arrows
[Chorus:
Chief
Kamachi]
We
got
a
message
for
ya
Yeah,
our
squads
ain't
checkin'
for
ya
And
if
its
beef,
we'll
produce
the
Smith
and
Wesson's
on
ya
AOTP,
Juju
Mob,
we
bossin'
ya
clique
Rain
fire
on
this
hip
hop
shit
[Verse
3:
Reef
The
Lost
Cauze]
The
king
Reef
raw,
on
the
streets
I'm
King
Cauze
Wild
the
fuck
out,
beat
my
chest
like
King
Kong
Is
this
thing
on?
I'm
tryin'
to
channel
the
youth
I
rock
the
crown
of
Caesar,
and
Hannibal's
boots
They
call
me
animal
tooth
Use
your
bones
as
a
back
scratcher
I'm
allergic
to
dirt
weed
and
wack
rappers
My
hand's
too
pretty,
I
just
let
the
gat
smack
ya
I
dropped
outta
school,
motherfuck
a
backpacker
Double
cross
us
and
we'll
bomb
on
you
bitches
You
a
fuckin'
fruitcake
like
what
my
aunt
sent
for
Christmas
My
dogs
relentless
and
we
ain't
tryin'
to
be
friends
My
gun
attach
to
my
hip
like
a
siamese
twin
[Verse
4:
Planetary]
It's
a
critical
beatdown,
QD
niggas
hit
the
street
now
Bangin
beats
out,
thug
niggas
throw
they
heaters
out
It's
pussy
niggas
like
y'all
scared
to
leave
the
house
Once
they
retrieve
'em
out,
*BLAAT*
Let
'em
see
the
clouds
I
make
the
most
gangsta
nigga
hit
the
concrete
And
start
snitchin',
pointin'
fingers
like
they
on
Wall
Street
My
squad
deep,
we
the
"Gods
and
Generals"
Type
of
niggas
too
drunk,
we
dodge
the
interviews
We
came
a
long
way
from
cipherin'
all
day
When
days
was
all
play,
now
we
rhymin'
for
strong
pay
Outerspace
got
a
strong
hold
on
the
game
We
reign,
you
minor
leaguers,
we
breezin'
the
Hall
of
Fame
(Chorus)
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