[Verse 1: Doap Nixon]
Smack a n***a and his chick when he ain't acting right
Clap a n***a on a [?] when he ain't [?] right
Too many weirdos in this game and it ain't hard to miss
Them the ones that go from hard to that retarded spit
Just because I refuse to get on n***a's shit
Doesn't mean I ain't in a lab making a classic diss
Bring [?]
I just had to switch the labor up
Blame it on me, my last label sucked
Past made them n***as, I took them to the hood
With no chrome or them faggots thought I would go wood
From SD to God's Fury we gave them hits
What a lawsuit? Them n***as get the whole clip
AOTP banging them, how they oughta be
And I ain't asking them n***as for their royalty
And on my way out
Stay with goons that put the flame out
QD n***as ready to bang out

[Hook: Planetary]
If they actin' outta pocket, gotta slap 'em up
If they really violatin', gotta clap 'em up
Caught a coroner's, tag 'em up, bag 'em up
AOTP ain't no one fuckin' with us
If they actin' outta pocket, gotta slap 'em up
If they really violatin', gotta clap 'em up
Caught a coroner's, tag 'em up, bag 'em up
AOTP ain't no one fuckin' with us
[Verse 2: Crypt The Warchild]
I don't fuck with the drama, I just start a war
Leave no stone unturned, I finish 'em all
I ain't even try to preach, no biblical song
You wanna hand out? You got pitiful palms
Lyrical Don, blessed till your spiritual gone
You been warned, I will mangle your physical form
This beat make me wanna sucka slide a wack rapper
Back packer
Ain't up the speed, he need to rap faster
Push this pen like I'm in a box pushin' raps
I get my weight up, don't ever overlook of that
Crybaby ass n***as, they get shook to death
I'm wilding out nowadays so I look possessed
So waterside, way ship with the crooked neck
Can't [?], you get put to rest
I'm tryna juggle now rocks 'til the world is mine
So get the fuck up out my way, when I'm on my grind

[Hook: Planetary]
If they actin' outta pocket, gotta slap 'em up
If they really violatin', gotta clap 'em up
Caught a coroner's, tag 'em up, bag 'em up
AOTP ain't no one fuckin' with us
If they actin' outta pocket, gotta slap 'em up
If they really violatin', gotta clap 'em up
Caught a coroner's, tag 'em up, bag 'em up
AOTP ain't no one fuckin' with us
[Verse 3: Planetary]
Tryna get our point across with a point and a cross
Crucify your rap style, I'm on point when I ball
New joints in the stores, just like it usually be
We slappin' up these bitch n***as seemin' foolish to me
Don't make get a old school tool and use it on me
Commit suicide and teach a little crew 'bout beef
The rhythm hit 'em and your bloodstain mahogany brown
The dichotomy of every thought I brush it down
Logically it's contradictory and misery's found
I bounce back, count stacks, mom, look at me now
I'm taking charge with [?] bars, I'm sick in the head
Medication won't work, I talk shit when I'm dead
Resurrect with a new life, new mics
New eras, I'm drinkin Newcastles, and some new night
I keep artilleries still on me 'cause I trust nothing
We hit 'em running, that's when you know who the fuck's dumping

[Hook: Planetary]
If they actin' outta pocket, gotta slap 'em up
If they really violatin', gotta clap 'em up
Caught a coroner's, tag 'em up, bag 'em up
AOTP ain't no one fuckin' with us
If they actin' outta pocket, gotta slap 'em up
If they really violatin', gotta clap 'em up
Caught a coroner's, tag 'em up, bag 'em up
AOTP ain't no one fuckin' with us