the streets It's the black rag assassin, 44 Mag blastin' Black ski mask throwin' shots out a Dodge Magnum Gang bang forever, put the barrel on the head of the devil
My head hot, uh huh, and my body warm Uh huh, my nose runnin', could you close the door, uh huh Letting out all granted and goodies sweet G's and deviled
't havin' that. Hoes get no dough, so why try? Think it's gonna be a hit 'n' run? Wrong, it's a drive-by. Niggas catchin' tantrums,because your girl's
fatale Underground, rats in this rat race and black race cats sell out to the blackface and rag grin, laugh not my light skin be S-M-O-O-T-H from pH UHH
told me, "Nah, it was proof that the devil do" But still it's like I see something, I hear things I saw words in the white boy's lying rag Said he was
bad habits Grab at and stab rabbits The maggot that has cabbage But I'm at that fast status With swagger that's past average My glasses and rag matches Don't mean flag and it's
There's no stoppin' what can't be stopped No killin' what can't be killed There's somethin' out there waitin' for us There's somethin' out there waitin
me it's murder, I'm a server Lyric life sentence relentless, a menace to society Full of robberies so [unverified] it, I hop in the bubble Wrap the Beretta wit a rag
Car horns and rumba music Through the city's broken heart Is this the devil's Own back yard It was forty years ago That the gangster he fell To a rag
mean face, bottling anger Till I got woken out of that dream state Reality is a must, my doo-rag dynasty is to gold rush Gold Chain Military's the soldiers
shameless music That'll grab your son and your daughter With the arms of a jungle animal instink! Mass-staria! Friends, the idle brain is the devil's
strong like the ghost of Timothy Mc Veigh making a bomb 'ey yo Marvin Gaye, what the fuck is going on these rap niggas made propaganda out of your song but it's
(kinky friedman) In faded gabardine he used to stand Down by the union station with that ol' hat in his hand. A banjo-pickin' devil, a singin' rag-time
momma's porch Don't give a fuck about shit that's why I mellow Or maybe it's the fact that I'm kin to the devil A psychopathic nigga thats always quick
in the devil's boneyard Sure like a cool drink of water Soft rag to soothe my face Sure like a woman to talk to in this place It's a hundred and ten
There you go now Used me as a tool You better slow down Talkin' behind my back ' that might Let me like use rag ' not --- Cut my wings I'll go down, that's
't You're sayin' you will but you know you won't You may you might, your chest gets tight You say you love day but you come out at night Well the devil's
motherfucker it's on [the gang] Ay come on bad a$$ let's do it nigga, it's on now nigga Ay ay nigga What's up nigga (what's up) Ay nigga Nigga the homie