[Intro]

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.

[Verse 1: Ill Bill]

I be the triple six OG homie, melt you like cheese on pepperoni
 Death to phonies, the resurrection of Tony
 Like Dr. Malachi York in his hayday I’m Dre Day
 My brains spray like [bad word] when he dropped on Payday
 My brainwaves are rocket ships and space planes
 Better yet freight trains, better yet AKs
 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 [bad word] in the big park
 [bad word] 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
 [bad word] around you catch a buck-fifty in your face
 57-14 Farragut, don’t [bad word] around here on no [bad word] [bad word] [bad word]  Beat you in the face with the ratchet kid
 Leave you resting in peace on some forever after [bad word]  We them Heavy Metal Kings, let the hammers click
 Ready to handle [bad word]  we talented homie, hand me that banana clip

[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]

This is books of blood, nothing surrounding me but crooks and thugs
 Drinking forties, smoking wakata cooking [bad word]  My [bad word] 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 just above
 [bad word] up on your car for cream
 Alauddin on his deen y’all know what I mean
 I ain’t [bad word] with small [bad word]  only thorough 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 [bad word] [bad word]  all skeezers
 I always handle the rock, y’all all defence
 Dim Mak hit your chest, your heart weakens

[Verse 3: Crypt The Warchild]

We critically acclaimed, lyrically we reign
 Clinically insane, Heavy Metal King, Official Pistol Gang
 I distribute pain, 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 [bad word]  that’s a different look
 [bad word] nobody, loyalty is forbidden
 So when a [bad word] 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 AJ 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 [bad word] is terrible, your excuse? You claim it’s art
 My presence in the vocal booth is like that of God
 I try to school them but society is brainwashed