down there, photographic relapse People feeding frenzy, the devil is so lovely Take me down there, photographic relapse People feeding frenzy, the devil
up on a hustle Once I suck my money muscle, all the G's got devils Movin' shit like a dollar, beatin' niggaz like Rodney Turn a killa like Kadafi, and a
but I'm surviving I got to get me some money man, put it down for the General A nigga'd rob your ass, if I caught a nigga flossing cash What it was four
: Bun down d system Bun down d system Bun down d system Bun down d system, keep dem 'fore yuh burning Teach the youth what dem need to be learning Dun
s a lie cause I don't And why I just don't know... [Verse 2:] Maybe just a nice cold brew what's a beer That's the devil in my ear I been sober a fuckin
their graves I drop one, drop two, and then 3, 4 After that I'll scream God I can't wait for more WAKE THE DEAD Wakin' up D-E-A-D bodies around me And
like vultures Open ya wings, the soul of a King Song of a Queen, dawned with the wings Bow and kiss 'em, if he's a fraud than strip 'im From all this
to place his mug, the D.A. tryin to taste his blood And the lawyers is the court employers, showin fake love The court system is 33 and 1 third of a mace
the cabbage But see all that irrelevant it's like tryin' to turn a whore celibate I dance with the devil for the hell of it Burning down your lavish lanndscape
and you got them P.D's, D.A's, judges and polices, Peep the thesis, We gets, hot like volcanic lava, I'm down to slide a niggas drama, Speedin' shit up
every do' They got crooked cops workin for the system Makin the less fortunate ones out of victims But it's a shame they drop drugs and slugs It's a
that racist shit I judge the devil by his deeds It's usually connected to the size of his greed And keep the hope Even though they'd love to give a nigga
Into the bullshit, but I'm surviving I got to get me some money man, put it down for the General A nigga'd rob your ass, if I caught a nigga flossing
ghetto [Scarface] The little kids in the hood live a life with no outlets Rap or ball playin to survive Devils in disguise in the fact that a nigga's
just don't know..... (Chorus End) ( Verse2 ) Maybe just a nice cold brew, what's a beer? That's the devil in my ear I been sober a fuckin' year. And
stand the heat like vultures Open ya wings, the soul of a King Song of a Queen, dawned with the wings Bow and kiss 'em, if he's a fraud than strip 'im
mug, the D.A. tryin to taste his blood And the lawyers is the court employers, showin fake love The court system is 33 and 1 third of a mace and club
steel toe eruption, it's a gusher! Tonecrusher smith,usher the style,stubborn born criminals foul within the isle Let off a signal with attitude,magnitude ,beat through, me devil
