Lyrics:
(Chorus-Sin of Graveyard Shift)
Silence...silence...silence...silence
(Verse 3-Tombstone of Graveyard Shift)
Fight, movin in the night
Daylight, takin
if I was too arrogant
That money was staggering
They locked me PC with them trannies and rats
Man that shit was embarrassing
Twenty-three hours in
No Ceilings 3, that's right
Featuring Young Thug, let's go
(Thu-thu-thu, uh-uh, ayy)
Pull up on your block, old school Chevy four doors (oh, ayy)
devils' melons for my man Farak' Muhammed
Get a crew and try to surround me
and one by one I'll light y'all up
and send ya asses to King's County
Solo
Run devil, run devil
Run devil, run
I got somethin' make the devil gonna run
Keep him dancin' 'til the break of dawn
Devil gonna try to take
Run devil, run devil
Run devil, run
I got somethin' make the devil gonna run
Keep him dancin' 'til the break of dawn
Devil gonna try to take
the truth
Just three little words could make me bulletproof
You unlock something inside me unseen
Every time you kiss me like the Devil
Devil, D-d-Devil
niggas think you really got them guts
To walk up to his house, knock on his door
Let 'em feel the buckshots of a twelve gauge
Backed up by an A-K
'Fore
[GZA]
Bobby said, "Fuck spendin 50 on a whip, buy a clip"
Mental flip, got a thousand tracks thought on a chip
Said he had mad toys to make noise
ROOM
Must be a full moon, here comes a tune
Bullets fly by your head zoom zoom zoom
(A to the K to the 4 to the 7
Little devils don't go to heaven!
metwani
No nim kwan d3 3y3 kyir3me
Poverty be burden
Ohia twewo ho na metwa me seven
Oh my lord make my blessing go dizen
Me so me y3 nipa mey3
Wit' rent still?
A bitch won't make it past first
Base if I curve her
Unless she got Angels In The In Field
I keep a 40 below, a 45
You add the wind
laughin'
Talkin' out of her head she said
Now I ain't got to worry 'bout dyin' Papa
I been sleepin' in a Devil's bed
You know she's been hoodooed
By
a graveyard
The more I starve, less hesitation to pull a face card
Most of us won't make it in this life without a head start
It's like they don't understand,
The graveyard sits by the Prescott mill.
Where my old man lost his arm,
And for that I was ready to kill.
But he just looked tired,
And said:
Listen to them
The children of the night
What music they make
I haven't slept in three days, my head needs a nap
Maybe I'm hallucinating or maybe
into a chat
Bout how we could make sum bread building cars from scraps
Roger that
Just give me the word
I know a chick who's always takin trips to Joburg
in me that's unleveling me
Put it down to the devil in me
I blew up the bus
I started World War III
Hijacked the plane with Qadaffi
Blew the hostages
I’m not doin’ this shit for nothin’
Workin’ Graveyard shift from 9 to 3
Real bitches get up and grind
Make they own dough
And stay lowkey
Ain’t
Put on the full armor of God, keep that 'istol by yo side
Never know what's 'round the corner when the Devil's lurkin'
Gotta treat yo people right,
around my house, three blind mice
Get lost in this muthafucka
But I never get crossed in this muthafucka
Rottweilers at the door!
Dobermans by the pool,
dancing with the devil
Rap rocks, bang, heavy metal
Hook: NoJoke Jigsaw
I come from the block
Where I’m from is so ghetto
At the graveyard
Champagne
most consistent, realest stories
Most charisma, I set the most trends
And my interviews are hotter, holla
I jog in the graveyard
Spar in the same
Devil's Son' ??? with dope lyrics
Live in regret, AOTP these shook rappers hit the deck
[Chief Kamachi]
Courtesy of the streets, make it a microphone
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