[Intro: sample]

Outside the 83rd precinct station house, members of the Devil's 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 heyday 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 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 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

Fuck around you catch a buck-fifty in your face

5714 Farragut

Don’t ever come around here on no motherfucking faggot shit

Beat you in the face with the ratchet, kid

Leave you resting in peace on some forever after shit

We them Heavy Metal Kings, let the hammers click

Ready to handle shit, 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 drugs

My shit 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

Yeah, run up on your car for cream

Alauddin on his deen, na'mean?

I ain’t fucking with small shit, 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 faggot shit, all skeezers

I always handle the rock, y’all all defense

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, mane?

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 nigga 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

Killadelph, Pistolvain, 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 shit 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