Lyrics The Ville - Devilish Trio

BAKER
Catch the 3 lurking in the ville smelling like some funk
I know you bustas wanna buck some come and jump and try ya luck
Cutting faces with a razor blade
Warnem not to play
I'll bite the pin out of a hand grenade
And shove it down ya face
Mad as a mutha Fucka for this world I have no love
Society pushed me away but now I'm back to tear shit up
Hear the cries of all their problems
Sissy bitch need to gain nuts
You fuckin whine about your life
Like all your problems are so tuff
Well guess what
Your just feeble boy you need them pills to ease Woes
Hide behind that ink and gold
I still can tell your just a hoe
Yelling loud like ya hard
Still I see no battle scars
Just another wanna be who's trying to take what's ours
Fear of the snake they now infiltrate
Using these words and they try to relate
A joke is this man as I crush him with fate
For we are the ones to bring forth the new state
So many enemy's stealing their energy
Add to the strength of Trinity
We coming to change the identity
And bring in the sour serenity
HYDRA
YOU CAN FIND ME IN THE VILLE
LURKIN WITH MY BROTHERS
SMOKIN ON A JUNT
WE AINT HARD TO FIND
SO BUSTA QUIT THE TALKIN COME GET BUCK
IM STRIPPIN YOUR FACE OFF WITH THE DULLEST BLADE
WE TOLD YOU NOT TO PLAY
ILL STICK MY FOOT RIGHT UP YOUR ASS
AND MAYBE THEN YOULL LEARN THE WAY
SAD PUSSY MOTHERFUCKERS
FOR YOUR KIND I HAVE NO LOVE
THESE EVIL VOICES STOLE MY FAITH BUT STILL I KEEP ON PRESSING UP
YOUR DEMISE IS WHAT I WANT
YOU LYIN BITCHES YOU AINT NOTHIN
WITH YOUR CHAINS AND ALL YOUR PROBLEMS
CLAIMING EVERYTHINGS SO TOUGH
ILL TELL YA WHAT
ALL THAT SHIT WONT REALLY MATTER WHEN SOMEBODY SHOOTS YOU
I HEAR YOU SCREAMING LIKE A RUNT
I KNOW YOURE MAD AND STUPID
BUT GOD DAMN YOUR MUSICS TRASH
SO DONT COMPARE US TO YOU
I KNOW IT HURTS TO SEE THE TRUTH
NOBODY LIKES A LOSER
WHATS THE DEAL?
WHATS THE DEAL?
YOU RUNNIN LIP SO BACK IT UP
SHOW SOME BALLS
AND BE A MAN
IM DOWN TO FIGHT
YOU KNOW WHATS UP
THE DEVILISH TRIO IS HERE TO STAY
YOU BETTER FIND YOUR PLACE
CAUSE IN THE SOUTH WE COMIN REAL
WE AINT GOT TIME FOR FAKIN