211 - Demons In My Soul lyrics

[Unfinished Lyrics] [Intro] DJ Paul in this mothaf**a With my n***a Lil Gin, the Serpent's Stepson Don't forget to be on the look-out for the new Three-6 Mafia album, Mystic Stylez It's gonna be onnn, b*atch.. [Verse 1: 211] Rollin' bowls in the tables[?] Honeycomb dip[?] I reach into my glove compartment for that duel clip Yalk on my left, one hand on that point...grain[?] Ballin' ...ize[?], steady floatin' in the rain Punchin' up seven digits on the Motorola As I continue sippin' on Remy Martin and soda This n***a's crossed me out, now this gat's finna get pulled[?] I catch this loser, pull up on his a**, big gold grill Jumpin' out, lookin' serious, lookin' for that trick And If I find his a**, I got a ditch for that punk b**h It's been a while since my gauge been crunkin' bodies in the trunk And mothaf**a's bounce, smellin' like a skunk There that n***a go, "I heard you runnin' yo co*ks**a" He reached, and I burned 'em leavin' chest wounds, you stupid f**, yea Your blood is spilled, I thought you knew I was jackin' home Numerous slams behind the trigga, b**h, screamin' demons in my soul.. [Rasta-T] s**ah keep on pullin' that knife up on me, ah POM POM! Gonna shoot that s**ah dead with da gun, so POM POM! (yeah rigghhtt~) Stupid a** dope-fiend with da Yoga-Tun[?], so POM POM! [?]..dirty a** want to play me dumb[?], so POM POM! Cause we.. [Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Rollin' through my hood, with the ...[?]crop top-drop Chiefin' a quarter pound of pot In my lap with the Glock co*ked For the n***as, who disrespect Pimpin' they continue, they sweat me For the dumb sh** Now I gotta pop a b**h Laws know I'm dirty, though Snitches droppin' off info I got the two keys, plus a gat Fillin' up out[?] my 5.O Runnin' down tha ride of breath[?] To the Dope House on the prairie Jumped into some ...[?] oes Tempted[?] from the scenery Even though they pulled my car, I report it stolen first Then they trace my phone call, situation's gettin' worse Sirens comin' from the South, the East, and the West Now it's best to fade to the North, Memphis Where the n***as just Love to bust a hot one in a crooked coppa's f**in' face f** Rodney King, he sprayed a mace b**h, I sprayed a gauge Before I'm locked up, let the mortuary keep me cold Never considered me cool My enemy feared me, serpent's in my soul.. [Rasta-T] [???]