Unholy (feat. Fredro Starr & Ruste Juxx) - Reks, Fredro Starr, Ruste Juxx

Welcome to hell

Welcome to fail

The battle, the track murder, kill, kill, kill

With the gangs USA

We all day

Gettin killed

We unholy

The belly of the beast get real

In the gutter, the slums, let it kill

With the gangs USA

We all day

Gettin killed

We unholy

We in the belly, no hype on the camera

Planet of the apes, no amateurs

Neva been a fan a them

Police stay

Yellow tape the parameters

Mop up the screen, no janitor

Sinister, grill on the bar heads still

Cause the block’s gettin real

Murder kill, kill, kill

Unholy

Better kiss Rosey

Soldiers of Beyond Creek

Nothin on the real hood story

Ya’ll be thuggin

The middle east

Any ghetto USA, where they do spray

And p-pune on the all day

Welcome hell where the devil dwell

And it never end up well

Rap still kill

Yea you unholy

I throw my guns slowly

Your son owe me then don run the rolly

Where I’m from we run from the police

Screamin no peace, in the low east

Where niggas go beast

Rockin the low fleece

Then go to east to the parkway

Where killas park day

380s in the dark way

Leavin ladies on the parkway

From a dark place that make your heart race

Just got away from an armed chase

With guns in my guitar case

Where I’m from you blast many guns

Ask anyone, blast anyone

I pass anyone

They say you see your life flash when you’re done

You in hell cause he got a blast mask when he come

When he come he comin for that life

I’m in the benz with the runnin lights

Lights shinin like the son of christ

It’s the comin of a crisis

When shot from my gun devices

Turn men into runnin mices

What’s the jucks nigga bout that life

Crown heist come about that ice

It’s season

Night squeezing, black heavin

So devilish

Bulls eye direct hit, nigga I neva miss

on the beam, loco on your team

I let it go and leave guns smoke on the scene, nigga

Rusty axesaw

Spaz on the track more

Wanna meet you maker

I’m gon give you what you ask for

Face on the t-shirt, candles in the lobby

Close casket way shots riddled you body, unholy

The brook naw streets so ill

The violent, the track murder, kill, kill, kill

But still, the cops can’t control the back block

Scenes lined up overnight for the crack spot, to open

Cause they coppin them jays nigga

Drums, dimes, nicks and trays nigga

We out here