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Out one night, yo, just chillin' out with my crew I was actin' wild 'cause I didn't have nothin' else better to do Got a nine at my waist, stay out my fuckin' face You fuck with me, right here'll be your resting place
Some ol' sucka, yo, he tried to put a move on me I shot him in the face, murder in the first degree Now I'm sweatin', regrettin', that's not for me They got me locked in the fuckin' penitentiary
Bowels of the devil
Let me tell you what the muthafucka eats Its stomach's filled with lost souls Guts made out of steel and concrete
Bowels of the devil Listen close 'cause I've been there before And you don't wanna die there They call it goin' out the back door The back door, the back door, the back door
Walked in the club, all the ho's gave me the sex look They like a nigga like me 'cause I'm a known crook And my posse's down, we don't mess around You fuck with us, you'll be six feet underground
That night they got me locked in a row called death The governor, that muthafucka wants my last breath That's right, homeboy wanted to pull a switch on me Up here in this fuckin' penitentiary
Bowels of the devil Let me tell you what that sucka eats It's stomach's filled with my homeboy Guts made out of steel and concrete
Bowels of the devil Listen close, 'cause I've been there before And you don't wanna die there They call it goin' out the back door The back door, the back door, the back door, yeah
Bowels of the devil Let me tell you what the muthafucka eats It's stomach's filled with my homeboy Guts made out of steel and concrete
Bowels of the devil Listen close, 'cause I've been there before And you don't wanna die there They call it goin' out the back door
Bowels of the devil Let me tell you what that sucka eats Its stomach's filled with lost souls Guts made out of steel and concrete
Bowels of the devil Listen close, 'cause I've been there before And you don't wanna die there They call it goin' out the back door The back door, the back door, the back door