Devils & Gunsmoke Brotha Lynch Hung

(talking)
Yeah, straight from the muthaf**kin duece
It's the brotha lynch hung once again, ya know what I'm sayin
And all I see is muthaf**kin devils and gunsmoke, ya know
But I ain't gon' trip, I'm just gon kick some shit for y'all muthaf**kas
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 muthaf**kin 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 muthaf**kin 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 muthaf**ka change
Baby killin ass nigga and ain't a damn thang strange
A muthaf**ka 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