Текст (слова) песни: Brotha Lynch Hung - Devils and Gunsmoke

(Talking)
Yeah, straight from the muthafuckin duece
It`s the Brotha Lynch Hung once again, ya know what I`m sayin
And all I see is muthafuckin devils and gunsmoke, ya know
But I ain`t gon` trip, I`m just gon kick some shit for y`all muthafuckas
So peep this out

Niggas better always know
For y`all so-called devils and gunsmoke
Walkin through the duece
Ya got, better eat, no joke
Livin life like a muthafuckin criminal
Watchin my back from gettin jacked by the 5-0
One-time peepin a nigga out
A couple a dank sacks in my Dickies
Ol` English in my mouth
Ya know, and if it wasn`t for my muthafuckin skin tone
I wouldn`t even trip, just strike my black ass home
Even if I had a chrome
I bust two caps and head home
Hopin to hit fools right in the dome
`Cause all I see is devils and gunsmoke
Pussy and hoes, and hella blood when my nine blows
A young nigga on the rage, rampage
Twenty-four years of age with a 40 and a 12-gauge
And then a muthafucka change
Baby killin ass nigga and ain`t a damn thang strange
A muthafucka sold juice, bulletproof
Known to eat a pussy and put a gun inside of it and shoot
A nigga wit` a mind so bad
Close my eyes, and all I see is little bloody babies in a Glad bag
Nigga, Manson ain`t shit
I got niggas killin mamas and niggas on the devils dick
But now it all adds up the this, locc
Niggas hatin God and all I see is devils and gunsmoke

(talking)
Yeah, you know what my drunk ass father told me
He said `look little nigga, you have to run your own muthafuckin life`
And I was trippin, `cause this muthafucka had a gun to my muthafuckin head

It was about 12 o` clock, somethin don`t smell right
I`m in the hall in the middle of the night
Somethin reekin like sweat, drippin off a burnt up pig
Muthafuckas in the crib, crept through the hall like a thief
Fiends a fiends, and cocaine smoke nigga no-name
Folks run in the crib, you know the situations tore up
My homies sellin dope to my folks but you know what
I don`t give a fuck no more `cause I`ma blow up
Usin all the fury inside to make some more cuts
`Cause all I see is what?
Black muthafuckas walkin `round tryna` found out what`s what
Smoke up, but all I see is threats
Swear if I see anotha muthafucka I don`t know
In my crib, I`ma shoot him in the neck
Pimp respect for a muthafuckin vet
Causin anotha nigga death
Do a little time for a slut
Shoot before I get shot, playin fools like a half deck
`Cause all I see is devils and gunsmoke
I say that `cause I don`t wanna claim and end up like X-Raided
You know I gotta eat if I eat ya, see if I see ya
Shoot up, then I`m on my way
`Cause my mama used to say, it ain`t a hoax
Because niggas are hatin God and all I see is devils and gunsmoke

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