The Ville Lyrics

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



I'm 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 don't 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

I'm 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