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Devil's Rebels
Outside the 83rd precinct station house
Members of the Devils Rebels threatened to kill the police
Who were holding the three gang members
Some of the police ignored the gang's taunts but others did not
I be the triple six O-G, homie, melt you like cheese on pepperoni
Death to phonies, the resurrection of Tony
Like Dr. Malachi York in his hay day, I'm Dre Day
My brains spray like Jeru when he dropped on payday
My brainwaves are rocket ships and space planes
Better yet freight trains, better yet A-Ks
Rainy days make me think about my grandmother
And my uncle in the jungle with a bundle
And the junkie gets the hunger
When the humble seen the rumbles in the big park
Cats'll run up on you for a parka, my projects was Clive Barker
It was markers, monsters and conquerors
Corner liquor store robberies
Shoot-outs in front of my school constantly
Kicking over displays in the Milky Way, the filthy way
Fuck around you catch a buck-fifty in your face
57-14, Farragut
Don't ever come around here on no motherfucking faggot shit
Beat you in the face with the ratchet kid
Leave you resting in peace on some forever after shit
We them Heavy Metal Kings
Let the hammers click
Ready to handle shit, we talented
Homie, hand me that banana clip
This is books of blood
Nothing surrounding me but crooks and thugs
Drinking forties, smoking wakata cooking drugs
My shit harder than liquor that you would put in pubs
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I got Sierra ballistics that you could put in plugs
I put my hand on the Bible, lie to the judge
I didn't even mean to be high but I was
I guess it's just a procedure to ride with my thugs
I guess I'm just a believer in God above
Yeah, run up on your car for cream
Alauddin on his deen, y'all know what I mean
I ain't fucking with small shit, only several heaters
The ice grill get you robbed, Sergio Martinez
Your whole clique a bunch of broads, y'all all divas
Y'all on some Kanye faggot shit, all skeezers
I always handle the rock, y'all all defense
Dim mark at your chest, your heart weakens
Okay, we critically acclaimed, lyrically we reign
Clinically insane, Heavy Metal King, Official Pistol Gang
I just [Incomprehensible], what seems to be the issue man?
My main issue is y'all lame, we ain't the same
So we ain't on the same page, we a different book
You's a gimmick, type-gay, that's a different look
Trust nobody, loyalty is forbidden
So when a nigga turn his back Paz four-fifth him
Everybody, rah-rah, I just say they talk
But never sneak the fifty on me like I'm A-J Hawk
Killadel, Pistolvan, let the melee spark
They barely scratching the surface, how they claim they sharp?
Temple of doom, goon platoon, we just take their heart
Your shit is terrible, your excuse to claim it's art
My presence in the vocal booth is like that of God
I try to school them but society is brainwashed
Brainwashed
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