Tekster:
The Devil Makes Three The Bullet

'til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home 'til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet

playin' Thinkin I'm sayin' this shit cause I'm thinkin it just to be sayin' it Put your hands down bitch, I ain't gon' shoot you I'ma pull you to this bullet

just textbook stuff It's in the ABC of growing up There, there baby, it's just textbook stuff It's in the ABC of growing up [XV - Verse 1] Yeah, three

, we all die tonight The life I lived, a twenty five to life bid Parole reneged, I stroll the globe fugitive Cream is short, C-cypher power stalk plus the fiend talk Three

we map trail Get it all back, smoke the black, hold the gat The streets got me thinkin' 'bout my man's passin' Stashin', the lex with a passion, gotta make

'm the nigga to call Five eight and three quarters, but I'm bigger than y'all If I left the gun home, I'ma give you the sword I'm the devil in the flesh

You mess with my own, I'll turn ya to stone, Give ya busy tone from an undertaker's phone That's full circle three fold justice, muthafucker Beat ya

fry fuckin' burgers Well done drippin' in blood cause that's the way I serve ya No lettuce or tomato, just straight lead When people straight clip three bullets

politics Tryin to make a way out of no way I was the oldest, so I had to be, the daddy of the family Momma had to work three jobs, oooh Feet stickin