I'm in these streets... Fuck dis industry Bitch I'm in these streets... Lord take my back da devil entered me. Lord take my back da devil entered me.
in the river. and gather round the fire for the scroll that I deliver coming immaculate from the sand the the sky. and devils taking pleasure want to
with them here, look em up and let's see who's the boss Watching it get raw, coming home with three hitter quitters That'll beat you up from the back gone, making
allow me That's why my mind is gone, I'm seeing x's and tylenol three But do you really want to see a nigga with the vendetta Make everybody kill somebody
class to ya grave i'm sending em Give me the rock and i'ma run it back To all my young niggas out thurr stugglin i hope you make a jack where you at. [
so full of thug faces Momma gave a ni**a breath, a life of stress I invest in a vest and makin ni**az watch they every step Label me a threat and I ain
night, that killed his kids [Chorus: 2Pac] In this life I lead, fiend for currency, get high off weed Collect G's make my enemies bleed When you
up nigga, make these motherfuckers suffer Up in the Benz burnin rubber The money is mandatory, the hoes is fully strapped This criminal lifestyle, equipped with the bulletproof vest Make
full of the walking dead Poison is cooked, and smoked, and shot into our veins Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous echo through our brains Misguided, the big picture over the small picture That's how the devil makes
I thank God! [EB] For lettin me make it out the club That night all that fightin and shootin jumped off [SB] We thank God! [EB] For lettin me make my
I breathe ether in three amounts When I stab myself in the knee with a diseased needle Releasin rage on anybody in squeezing range Cold enough to make
is fashion week and every day I'm pressed clean Detroit's Angel, I even got red wings I'm headed to the bar, me and three prom queens My life's prom
boy - where you been? I already tol' you - won't tell you again I say, "How much you want for that?" I go into the store The man says, "Three dollars
cheese, catch sub-zero freeze And crack once the atmosphere brings the temperature back Sacks only in dress pants have you ever danced with the devil in pale moonlight? I have, Hollywood niggas make
not to do like his daddy did Double down the devil at three, caught morning No apology, he just knew when to quit Push your luck, say your prayers Make
time we crown the King of Fools! You all remember last years' king? So make a face that's horrible and frightening Make a face as gruesome as a gargoyle
Let me work, make it hurt, cause I'm next wreck Lay flat nigga hit the deck, or face big DISrespect In addition the SHIT we wreck Firework flow, spit and make