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[featuring ice-t]
Out one night, yo, just chillin&#39; out with my crew
We were actin&#39; wild
&#39;cause i didn&#39;t have nothin&#39; else better to do.
Got a nine at my waist
Stay out my fuckin&#39; face.
You fuck with me
Right here&#39;ll be your resting place.
Some ol&#39; sucka, yo, he tried to put a move on me
I shot him in the face,
Murder, in the first degree.
Now i&#39;m sweatin&#39;, regrettin&#39;,
That&#39;s not for me
They got me locked in the fuckin&#39; penitentiary.
Bowels of the devil,
Let me tell you what the muthafucka eats,
Its stomach&#39;s filled with lost souls
Guts made out of steel and concrete.
Bowels of the devil,
Listen close, &#39;cause i&#39;ve been there before
And you don&#39;t wanna die there,
They call it goin&#39; out the back door,
The back door, the back door, the back door.
Walked in the club all the ho&#39;s gave me the sex look
They like a nigga like me &#39;cause i&#39;m a known crook,
And my posse&#39;s down, we don&#39;t mess around,
You fuck with us,
You&#39;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&#39;s right, homeboy wanted to pull a switch on me
Up here in this fuckin&#39; penitentiary.
Bowels of the devil,
Let me tell you what the sucka eats,
Its stomach&#39;s filled with my homeboys
Guts made out of steel and concrete.
Bowels of the devil,
Listen close, &#39;cause i&#39;ve been there before
And you don&#39;t wanna die there,
They call it goin&#39; 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,
Its stomach&#39;s filled with my homeboys
Guts made out of steel and concrete.
Bowels of the devil,
Listen close, &#39;cause i&#39;ve been there before
And you don&#39;t wanna die there,
They call it goin&#39; out the back door,
The bowels of the devil,
Let me tell you what that sucka eats,
Its stomach&#39;s filled with lost souls
Guts made out of steel and concrete.
Bowels of the devil,
Listen close, &#39;cause i&#39;ve been there before
And you don&#39;t wanna die there,
They call it goin&#39; out the back door,
The back door, the back door, the back door.

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