Devil'Z Eye Poem by chris chavez

Pullin' triggas, on ni***s.
When they thrownin' up there set.
Sum Busta a** ni***s.
From the vally of the dead.
Throw up the G.
Results wit a bullet to the head.
No tears shead.
Hell is an insanity.
They shot up our turf.
So we bust on G family.

Devil'z Eye.
Mothaf****s Die.
We dont cry.
We get on our feet nd multiply.

Pull back the glock on ya block.
Like 9/11 we shock.
Deaths like a clock.
Ni***s die by the hour.
Deaths like bad p***y,
Its sour.
Like when lil Ruben had died.
Was a straight A student,
Nd went to church on the side.
Like a bad nightmare.
All you can do is stare.
With no feelin' he fell.
Hope em' suckas suffer in hell.
So dont fall for the devil'z eye.
Be like an angel,
Nd learn to fly.

Sorry it aint finished ill prolly finish it by tomorrow
i know its crappy nd ghetto but i jus like to write