Lyrics:
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
Yeah, run it
I was saving up tryna run it up, thinking bout buying a Range Rover
Maybe I could get a Range Rover, if I could
Stay my ass sober, I
men lie but
The legs of the Devil
In the front of a Chevy got me hypnotized
I’m walking down a dirt road with
Nowhere in the world to go, just letting
Speedom!
(I'mma leave 'em in the dust)
Speedom!
(I must be the one to bust)
Speedom!
(And I'm gonna hit the clutch)
Speedom!
(If you wanna go with us)
murdered a bitch, and the devil just rushin' my time
With this 9 in my hand causin' death when you sleep
In the casket I make you no killas in mind
Pullin
Angel dust
Yeah, angel dust
Yeah
Yeah, angel dust
Angels with dirty faces, angels with broken wings
The devil's dust, PCP invading
on it
Surrounded by my brothers and my family, I'ma lean on 'em
Make sure that my prayers up, the devil try to seize on him
Bro keep snapping on these
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
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
Shrieks of Sheiks as they run
Across the movie screen
A thousand sand dune soldiers led
By an Arabian Queen
And the harem girls move like fancy
Shaking it, Shame on you,Shame on us
The devil came to town
He's shaken them,
I said don't play wit us
Mason wants us all gone by tonight, but I am
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
of a thug caught in the devil's lap
On the streets I was invincible
Cowards would duck at a glimpse if they knew
What my pistol would do, a fuckin' killa
Black...Ice
Demons
Snomed
Eci-kcalB
I feel that fire burning
Yearnin
I know thy mind is quite concernin
Ashes to dust is what y'all minds be earnin
On the stage they know it's us
In the Range we rolling up
We ain't smoking angel dust
That's on bro this thang'll bust
We gon' smoke his brain like blunts
Numb
Yeah
Stainless
Timeless, Rollie band stainless
Dangerous, we gon' need two Ranges
Coupin', haters lookin' foolish
If it ain't about no money,
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
feelings all stowed away
Capitalized judgment, but we keep it on the lower case
Mergin' from the fast lane, nowadays keep a slower pace
Haunted by the past,
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
Mind
Stay prayed up
That's why I'm never shaken by The devil signs
Remember every person that was There
When I was looking down
At first I needed cash
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
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
happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully
on a one way plane
Laying my head down on each night
The same devil's calling and that same old fight
'Cause this one's for middle sons living in
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