[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