Reef The Lost Cauze - Bust 'Em In lyrics

[Celph Titled talking] Stupid motherf**ers. Run, duck, and hide, die motherf**er die (Let em know, Celph) It's time to bust some heads in. (Let's go.) Oh yeah It is the Army. Blaaaat! [Hook: Celph Titled] Hard to the motherf**ing core we are The federated army of the Pharaoh murderer squad Run run We gonna tear the head piece up Uh huh, you don't want beef because Vinnie I had enough of them, yo bust 'em in Vinnie I had enough of them, yo bust 'em in Bust, bust 'em in Bust, bust 'em in Bust, bust 'em in Bust, bust 'em in [Verse 1: Reef The Lost Cauze] A.O.T.P Fresh Nikes and ice links You won't feel till after the punch like a spiked drink Sipping Goose till my eyes pink Ninety-five live rings Real n***as survive things and die kings I can hear dead homie sayin' "Yo you owe it to me." So it's no holds barred like the old Hulk Hogan movie You got a heart homeboy? Well yo show it to me The flow's majestic, I spit a roll of golden rubies I'm old school like roll a doobie Daddy-O my hoes is groovy, pay my rent with dough from groupies A pimp and a k**er, gorilla your project Nine milli really only defense of my logic The shotgun just sits in the closet Waiting for you f**ers to come dip in my sh** Nonsense The weak could never stop the thorough b**h n***as suspect, I call them boys Gossip Girls [Hook] [Verse 2: Apathy] I treat fools like b**hes cause I always got a few biscuits And bus(t) 'em in like kids from different school districts Y'all dip sh**s will get your spinal discs flipped Rhymes will make the vinyl disc skip, find your wrists slit Nickel-plated nine shine like diamonds on Slick Rick I'm wicked as a Wiccan b**h when the candle wick's lit Want to sample this sh**? You need to read Sanskrit And travel to the top of Mount Sinai to transmit Running through the Red Seas like an escaped slave Then holding up the walls of water with my sound waves Like what I was doing during Public Execution Half-human, half-mutant, Ap must be the Rasputin Gats shooting, shots ricocheting off of my steel body And three quarter length Fat Goose to conceal shotties If God walks the surface of the sun it won't melt feet Cause when's the last time you heard Ap rip a Celph beat? [Hook] [Verse 3: Celph Titled] I'm a five-star general, the motherf**ing main man Flip a bird, hold a swammy with the same hand And do a rain dance when blood splatters and sprays Cement mixing your IV, turn your Anatomy Grey Nobody ratted at A- O.T.P. Not Treach with O.P.P I'm obsessed with O.C.D A temperamental mental patient With cyberkenetic on-board computer integration One of rap's most innovative voices and flows In front of missile-command bu*tons I look around, all my choices just blow So now you should know I'm the don of braggadocio flamethrowing I'm Cobra Kai and I'm keeping that dojo name going Come down and sign up, I'm training soldiers to rhyme rough And get they punchlines up Cause you ain't f**ing with the gold beard Rubix Cuban nowhere No rapper is nowhere near what I just wrote here Oh yeah [Outro: Vinnie Paz] Yeah. A.O.T.P. Pharaoh clique. Philly to Beantown To Connecticut. To f**in' Tampa. We worldwide baby Official pistol gang. Braaaat!