Outside the 83rd precinct station house
Members of the Devils Rebels threatened to kill the police
Who were holding the three gang members
Some of the police ignored the gang's taunts but others did not

I be the triple six O-G, homie, melt you like cheese on pepperoni
Death to phonies, the resurrection of Tony
Like Dr. Malachi York in his hay day, I'm Dre Day
My brains spray like Jeru when he dropped on payday

My brainwaves are rocket ships and space planes
Better yet freight trains, better yet A-Ks
Rainy days make me think about my grandmother
And my uncle in the jungle with a bundle

And the junkie gets the hunger
When the humble seen the rumbles in the big park
Cats'll run up on you for a parka, my projects was Clive Barker
It was markers, monsters and conquerors

Corner liquor store robberies
Shoot-outs in front of my school constantly
Kicking over displays in the Milky Way, the filthy way
***k around you catch a buck-fifty in your face

57-14, Farragut
Don't ever come around here on no mother***king ***got ****
Beat you in the face with the ratchet kid
Leave you resting in peace on some forever after ****

We them Heavy Metal Kings
Let the hammers click
Ready to handle ****, we talented
Homie, hand me that banana clip

This is books of blood
Nothing surrounding me but crooks and thugs
Drinking forties, smoking wakata cooking drugs
My **** harder than liquor that you would put in pubs

I got Sierra ballistics that you could put in plugs
I put my hand on the Bible, lie to the judge
I didn't even mean to be high but I was
I guess it's just a procedure to ride with my thugs

I guess I'm just a believer in God above
Yeah, run up on your car for cream
Alauddin on his deen, y'all know what I mean
I ain't ***king with small ****, only several heaters

The ice grill get you robbed, Sergio Martinez
Your whole clique a bunch of broads, y'all all divas
Y'all on some Kanye ***got ****, all skeezers
I always handle the rock, y'all all defense
Dim mark at your chest, your heart weakens

Okay, we critically acclaimed, lyrically we reign
Clinically insane, Heavy Metal King, Official Pistol Gang
I just [Incomprehensible], what seems to be the issue man?
My main issue is y'all lame, we ain't the same

So we ain't on the same page, we a different book
You's a gimmick, type-gay, that's a different look
Trust nobody, loyalty is forbidden
So when a ***** turn his back Paz four-fifth him

Everybody, rah-rah, I just say they talk
But never sneak the fifty on me like I'm A-J Hawk
Killadel, Pistolvan, let the melee spark
They barely scratching the surface, how they claim they sharp?

Temple of doom, goon platoon, we just take their heart
Your **** is terrible, your excuse to claim it's art
My presence in the vocal booth is like that of God
I try to school them but society is brainwashed

Brainwashed