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Aap Ferg – Lord Lyrics

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I aint never had shit
Not a pot to piss
Window to throw it out of
Sherm got me high get your ass in the shower
Took one pull, shit told her it wasnt sour
Hit a double drum chant getting louder chant getting louder
Mulan bitch wanna fuck for an hour
Start sucking dick bitch enough of the powder
Come fuck with this bougie nigga
Come fuck with this bougie nigga
High fashion Ksubi nigga
You fuck with them booty niggas
Cause you fuck with them booty niggas
Now Fergie all up in your groupie nigga
Reincarnation of Master Fard
Elijah Muhammad reside in my heart
Diss and Ill blow, and shouts from Allah
Knowledge was born with science young lord
Trippin yourself is no valish young lord
Study your scriptures and follow your God
Life in the trap I know times will get hard
Ill pick up your life just Abide by the lord
Or ride by the lord

Abide by the lord
Abide by the lord
Abide by the lord

You bout to get it from a general
I dont know if they can hear me though
Dont you niggas ever bother trying to see me im a criminal
Oh lord once hes in the sight of the scope
Imma let em have it ? damn he wants to make me set it off
Ima bury you muthafuckas without a coffin
Never taking no shorts we never taking no losses
When your dealing with my crew, AAP Bone yeah we bosses
Anybody with a bone to pick
Im gonna level my charge im damn sure to make it stick
You must be looking to suffer well ima make it quick
Gotta train, roll the ish thatll make ya sick
Im here to wipe em out quicker than a pandemic
Bone came original now they get me can you dig it
Hell yeah they can dig it while im sitting on my throne
Steady laughing at you niggas trying to get it, get it, get it

Man Im running till the end of this
And I dont give a fuck if I was 86d
A muthafucka play me like Im Canibus
Im ready for the battle like a Pagan is
Im never gonna take it in and nobody can break it in
As-salamu alaykum for the bacon
And a little bit of coke I put the cake in and its certified dope
Having anything to do with it we selling
Every rock that they can smoke so lets take a toke and Ima rake it in
Pillsbury the dough, to the dome, like im seeking through the soul
Like Im peeking through the soul
But Im reekin like our reefer, rather keep up with her, go
Straight to the dro
Creepin on em, peeping on em, leave em in the zone
They dont even really know
Looking on em, keeping on em, taking every foe
For the love of the money B gotta reap in what I sow
But I keep it what I know
For the ending of the row gotta go will i go
When i get it ima know to follow my known foe
My caliber lock and load alabaster box when i cock and i crow
Gotta Glock and Im Bone Thug where you wanna flow
To the clock and the time zone
Spirit gon fly all yall niggas dead to the life force cyclones
Right now when they hydro while what about the well known Cairo

Got em stuck in the grave
Im on the grind full time never rest to get paid
A little hustlin muthafucka put the brush to the face
I Cut the braids, hit the stage now they looking amazed
I went from cookin the yay to hundred thousand dollar shows
Gotta book in a day and ima split it with my bros
Gotta get it how we go come meet me with the pros
Now im never gon fold watch the bank account grow
If it aint about dough then it aint about jack
And ima take it like i want it i aint giving it back
I get us in with a stack and then i get on attack
Im like the tasmanian devil nigga bigger than shaq
Call the reaper get the shovel im a certified rebel in a league of my own
And thats a whole nother level, nothings free
I never settle keep the pedal to the metal
When them haters in my rear view, hello hello

Burn, baby let it burn,
Now its my turn,
I get in a niggas system like a hundred viles of sherm,
Then I kill em with 2 thousand words in 2 minutes
You never heard another nigga spit it like my niggas,
Yeah, you heard em try to get with it
But couldnt get it quicker than the realest,
Man they think they can deal with this
And knock me out my rhythm, but Im never gonna be the fuckin victim
Cause Id rather be the suspect
Havent I given them enough yet
Cant they understand they aint dealing with a punk bitch
One quick move and its murda
And Im a serve a nigga exactly what he deserving
AAP, but wait a minute
Im probably one of the sickest niggas that ever did it
Im in it cause Im a win it
Im a muthufuckin lyrical tyrant
Pivotal giant of this shit
And I do way more, just twist the words
You better listen and observe, how I rip the verb
Niggas get the nerve to run up on me, but my shits superb
Ill probably hit a nigga once before he hit the curb
So get at me, Im kinda trigger happy
When it come to shootin my gift
Im like a 44 magnum, Stag one
Backin em up, body bag full of niggas
Wack raps, thats wack, so Im stackin em up
Kray Jack in the cut, still got a little bit of murda for em
Murderous poet, I create a bloody murda poem
So when they run up on me nigga be ready to show em
Redrum redrum redum rum rum

Yo, Before this… Project
Wed like to thank the most high
On behalf of the AAP Mob, Bone Thug and, all in attendance
Knowing that all things belong to those
For the cleanliness and the power the first in the nation
To prove who they are
Through infinity, through eternity, through time spand…
Standing one man, if you hold my hand, hold my hand
Make sure its a hand
With all things around me I will never win
I wont win with angels
I wont win with the brothers
I wont win with Rome
I wont win with Sodom and Egypt
I keep corpse close to my home
Let us roll tell them why we did what we did, if we did
In Jesus name, Amen

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