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Albums:

Front by Front (Front 242) · From Home Front to War Front (Discharged) · Dust to Dust (Prime Minister Pete Nice & Daddy Rich) · Dust to Dust (Dust to Dust) · Dust to Dust (Prime Minister Pete Nice) · Dust to Dust (Dust to Dust) · Dust the Dust (Ghost Town Blues Band) · The Devil You Know, The Devil You Don't (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Up Jumped the Devil: American Devil Songs 1920's - 1950's (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Full Frequency Range Recordings: White (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


loot, who gets bust?
Dollar bill y'all, is the god we trust
The days blow by like dust
Even men of steel rust
We're out here acting ridiculous
When, only
I'll give you roses and red wine we'll drink
Candles burn in dead of night.
Every step or breath you'll ever take
Be ruled by Devil! That's
where we stand by popular demand
Let's have a hand for the 4 man band
Other MC's in the dust trailin
We got quick on the horns just wailin around
So if
The heat rises off of the highway.
My rear-view mirror's a blur.
You had me spinnin' in circles,
Like the dust devils dance in the dirt.
But I
nigga, me too"
what the fuck, I'm callin' your bluff, niggas act like they stopped
makin' guns after they made yours
I'm sponsored by the NRA, DOA rules
Angeles)

Not guilty the filthy, devils tried ta kill me
When the news get to the hood then niggas will be
Hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss, bust
Kickin' up
on a one way plane
Laying my head down to home each night
The same devil's calling and that same old fight
Cause this one's for middle sons living in
to fucking dust
Go head and buss

Hook 8x till end: (We Ready in background)

I sold my soul to the devil for a small price
I walk through muthafucking hell
unified humans, aliens, rebels
The earth's desert, sandstorms, and dust devils
There's no high-roll fallacy
The most glamorous can glamorous in this
swang 
Through yo house wit that thang 
Fo-Five range 
Can you catch me where I reign 
Now look hang to below the sealevel 
I be hotter than a devil
open and says
"Now we'll see what this book has to say"

He turns to the first page, the second, the third
By the fourth, the devil seemed shook
And when I sold my soul to the devil to make me rap sick
Page from cage's brain, angels dust off the un-godly
Riding through my child-hood to hear my
swang 
Through yo house wit that thang 
Fo-Five range 
Can you catch me where I reign 
Now look hang to below the sealevel 
I be hotter than a devil
Underestimate, run up on, it's on now
Have your niggaz plottin revenge and puttin songs out
Demise by design, blueprints is drawn out
Flood crack back in
nigga, me too"
what the fuck, I'm callin' your bluff, niggas act like they stopped
makin' guns after they made yours
I'm sponsored by the NRA, DOA rules
sporadic fires, throughout the city of Los Angeles.")

Not guilty, the filthy, devils tried to kill me
When the news get to the hood the niggaz will be
And they come high
Come low
Come fast
Come slow
But got no range like us
If you put Haiku D'Etat
Versus the ra-ra
Them can't hang with us
Because
a saw 
The government fronts like they don't know what is going on 
Fuck, I'll take the matter in my own hands 
Cut ya down cat, cut ya down 
'Cause I
intellectual
Dust smokin', pretty boy playwright posin'
Folks wiggin', whinin' annoyin' Def Jam reject devil
White bread no money havin' slum village people
ashamed, 'cause I'm'a blast first up in the game
It ain't a mystery to me, money close at range
'Cause these bitches be talkin shit
I live by the crucifix
to get run over by the roadrunner
No wonder no one don't wanna go
And jump in front of a fuckin' runaway locomotive
Or get thrown up under it just tryna
to get run over by the roadrunner
No wonder no one don't wanna go
And jump in front of a fuckin' runaway locomotive
Or get thrown up under it just tryna
of county with counterfeit bills
My slang be high range brick city
Watch how you sniff son I'm highly octane
All you hear is bang bang bang bang

Yo
else
Than a drunk who fell face first to a pile of hell
Took four snuffs of the devil's dust
Ended up with my manager helping me 'cause I couldn't take
its my turn to buss
And make weak muthafuckas turn to dust
And if you weak you die in the streets of Chi
Its deep drive by my bullets fly in the seat