CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : The Slayers Club
Yeah, when the devil come boy
The devil devil gon' come come smiling
Yo, what the f**k these n***as talking about, man?
Yo R.A., love you brother, yeah
Same script, who come up outta the fold for ya?
Liveness, still outta control for ya
We home team, we gon' roll for ya
Marksmen, put 'em in a hole for ya
Yeah, yeah, put 'em in a hole for ya
Yeah, yeah, creep up on 'em slow for ya
Long range, boom! Let it go for ya
M.O.P., we put 'em in a hole for ya
This official pistol gang, Philly where we bang at
Pull up in the Bugatti and hit 'em where they hang at
There was no consideration where them bullets rang at
You was gettin' popped if you was hangin' where they slang at
Rugged Man is always wildin' out, boy trippin'
That's what you get for thinkin' you live like an audition
Bullets coming out of the blue like they called Griffin
Fuel injector, funeral director, the mortician
The devil devil gon' come come smiling
Yo, what the f**k these n***as talking about, man?
Yo R.A., love you brother, yeah
Same script, who come up outta the fold for ya?
Liveness, still outta control for ya
We home team, we gon' roll for ya
Marksmen, put 'em in a hole for ya
Yeah, yeah, put 'em in a hole for ya
Yeah, yeah, creep up on 'em slow for ya
Long range, boom! Let it go for ya
M.O.P., we put 'em in a hole for ya
This official pistol gang, Philly where we bang at
Pull up in the Bugatti and hit 'em where they hang at
There was no consideration where them bullets rang at
You was gettin' popped if you was hangin' where they slang at
Rugged Man is always wildin' out, boy trippin'
That's what you get for thinkin' you live like an audition
Bullets coming out of the blue like they called Griffin
Fuel injector, funeral director, the mortician
