I would move Heaven, Hell
And anything in between to get
To you you wouldn't
Be safe anywhere if I was mad at you
And that's not bull that's truth
I've went up against
People you could pull a gun on me
And if I'm mad at you
I'm coming forward you'd
Have to shoot me to stop me and if
You don't kill me... You're
Stupid cause the next
Time you see me i will kill you

They call us gorillas, we brawling
You in coffins with killers
You at the auction
I'm boss and smoking cigars at the dealer
Nigga I'm iller, count scrilla like casinos
Only c notes and over
I'm a cancer nigga no chemo
I'm dancin' with satanic people
Life is illegal i'm heroin in the needle
My emotions are see-through i'm evil
Read your palm before dawn and spawn
Calm before the storms
Katrina nigga I'm drawn
Too much to handle in seconds
I manhandle the peasants
Dismantle is pleasant
Turn their Hell to my Heaven
I excel with my bredren
Giving birth to nuclear weapons
I'm shooting your henchmen
Every written verse is a lesson
I'm close to perfection with
Rap nigga I'm flawless i'm God's light
The type to illuminate in the darkness
Hand me the trophy
The gold medals and plaques
The torch is lit, I scorch your clique
Nigga I'm back

If I ain't on my grind then I'm
High trying to take your cheque
I done hustled on the hottest block
And I ain't break a sweat
AKs and TECs make 'em vacate a set
If he ain't tryin' to pay his debt
Then we gotta spray his neck
You get laid to rest
Nigga this is Murderville
Now smell the essence of the L
Nigga this is Earth for real fuck a bitch
I'll leave a nigga burnt for real
Signed to the streets but the
Judge ain't served the deal
I just turn the wheel, hit a back block
And wait for a pussy to creep
Give him a back shot
Now sing a lullaby, sorry mama I'm mangled
And I'm about to catch
A motherfucking homicide
This bitch named Karma got me going
Crazy and this fuckin' high
Don't wanna go away I'm like an
Addict in his fuckin' prime
Lit trying to get a hit
Hungry for this money
If there's tension in the room then
You know it's comin' from me

We pull them Glocks out
We about to make a change
One to wipe your block out
Guaranteed to hit your frame
This'll hit the vein
The Official Pistol Gang
Pharaoh clique a nigga sicker
Quick enough to split your brain

My rap will give you fucking brain cancer
Different question cousin same answer
Y'all motherfuckers made me scrap like
I was Kane's dancer but there's a method to
My madness unusual still
They call me Pistol Pete
Maravich moving the pill
We push a lot of everything
But it's usually krill
We use a lot of weaponry
When you gruesomely killed
I thought a lot of destiny
But it's truthfully real
That could make a warrior like
Zeus if he's truthfully ill
I went to Hell and then I saw the abyss
Where dirtbag drink from the
Same water he piss (hahaha)
It's Armageddon when I ball up the fist
It's God Consciousness that started
This remarkable gift i was a martyr
It was horror when my father was sick
I was a monster
I would stomp you in the yard with a brick
I'm a survivor but I got the
Fucking charm of a pit
That just attacked you
Now you got your fucking arm in his grip
(brat brat)

Niggas try to hate
We don't hear the side talk
Them loud mouths
Gotta hit em with the wide hook
Barack wants help
All my bodies buy 'em chalk
My niggas upstate squared with
The fried shock this for y'all wild out
When your cell's cracked
You know your time's short when they
Trying to send your mail back
We catch bodies for the love of the block
I collect shit
I got a hammer and the glove of a cop
So while you hugging model jawns
I was hugging the block
One for the money, two for the pop
Three for a rock (yeah)
Say I'm steamed when I'm
Pullin' a scam quick ol' Reservoir Dogs
Lay your grill on the canvas
The flow's diesel but the game is sour
And you's a pussy
Where I'm from that's the name of a coward
So when you get your weight
Up I'm already in power
Who wants war? My niggas
Fly planes into towers, pharaohs

Ha ha hahahaha, AOTP!

We pull them Glocks out
We about to make a change
One to wipe your block out
Guaranteed to hit your frame
This'll hit the vein
The Official Pistol Gang
Pharaoh clique a nigga sicker
Quick enough to split your brain

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): DYLAN WILLIAM FRED GUERIN, JOSE VARGAS, KENNETH G GREENE, MARIO COLLAZO, VINCENT LUVINER