| I be the triple six OG homie, melt you like cheese on pepperoni
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| Death to phonies, the resurrection of Tony
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| Like Dr. Malachi York in his hayday I’m Dre Day
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| My brains spray like Jeru when he dropped on Payday
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| My brainwaves are rocket ships and space planes
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| Better yet freight trains, better yet AKs
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| Rainy days make me think about my grandmother and my uncle in the jungle
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| With a bundle and the junkie gets the hunger
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| When the humble seen the rumbles in the big park
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| Cats’ll run up on you for a parka, my projects was Clive Barker
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| It was markers, monsters, and conquerors
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| Corner liquor store robberies, shoot-outs in front of my school constantly
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| Kicking over displays in the Milky Way the filthy way
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| Fuck around you catch a buck-fifty in your face
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| 57−14 Farragut, don’t ever come around here on no motherfucking faggot shit
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| Beat you in the face with the ratchet kid
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| Leave you resting in peace on some forever after shit
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| We them Heavy Metal Kings, let the hammers click
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| Ready to handle shit, we talented homie, hand me that banana clip
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| This is books of blood, nothing surrounding me but crooks and thugs
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| Drinking forties, smoking wakata cooking drugs
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| 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
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| I put my hand on the Bible, lie to the judge
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| I didn’t even mean to be high but I was
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| I guess it’s just a procedure to ride with my thugs
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| I guess I’m just a believer in God just above
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| Yeah run up on your car for cream
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| Alauddin on his deen y’all know what I mean
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| I ain’t fucking with small shit, only thorough heaters
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| The ice grill get you robbed, Sergio Martinez
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| Your whole clique a bunch of broads, y’all all divas
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| Y’all on some Kanye faggot shit, all skeezers
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| I always handle the rock, y’all all defence
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| Dim Mak hit your chest, your heart weakens
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| We critically acclaimed, lyrically we reign
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| Clinically insane, Heavy Metal King, Official Pistol Gang
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| I distribute pain, what seems to be the issue man?
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| My main issue is y’all lame, we ain’t the same
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| So we ain’t on the same page, we a different book
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| You’s a gimmick, type-gay, that’s a different look
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| Trust nobody, loyalty is forbidden
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| So when a nigga turn his back Paz four-fifth him
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| Everybody rah rah I just say they talk
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| But never sneak the fifty on me like I’m AJ Hawk
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| Killadel, Pistolvan, let the melee spark
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| They barely scratching the surface, how they claim they sharp?
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| Temple of doom, goon platoon, we just take their heart
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| Your shit is terrible, your excuse? |
| You claim it’s art
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| My presence in the vocal booth is like that of God
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| I try to school them but society is brainwashed |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Devil's Rebels , by - Ill Bill. Song from the album Heavy Metal Kings, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп