Текст:
This the Devils due we show no love you run your mouth
Don’t turn around its raining blood up in the south
And if you gotta f*ckin problem come and solve it
Hope our promises its don’t be your last breath
Murder-murder meet you there
Doomset what I rep, I keep it real until I die
All these bustas talkin' banish it
Only quit your cryin'
You just jealous
Cause we making hits
Why you spitting lies
Come the Trio taking over I can see it in your eyes
Know your f*cking with a killer that be all up in the mess