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 Rate D'evils
Artist : Jay-z
Song : D'evils
This shit is wicked on these mean streets
None of my friends speak
We're all trying to win, but then again
Maybe it's for the best though, 'cause when
they're seeing too much
You know they're trying to get you touched
Whoever said illegal was the easy way out
couldn't understand the
mechanics
And the workings of the underworld, granted
Nine to five is how to survive, I ain't trying to
survive
I'm trying to live it to the limit and love it a
lot
Life ills, poison my body
I used to say 'fuck mic skills,' and never prayed
to God, I prayed to
Gotti
That's right it's wicked, that's life I live it
Ain't asking for forgiveness for my sins, endz
I break bread with the late heads, picking their
brains for angles on
all the evils that the game'll do
It gets dangerous, money and power is changing us
And now we're lethal, infected with D'Evils...
We used to fight for building blocks
Now we fight for blocks with buildings that make
a killing
The closest of friends when we first started
But grew apart as the money grew, and soon grew
black-hearted
Thinking back when we first learned to use
rubbers
He never learned so in turn I'm kidnapping his
baby's mother
My hand around her collar, feeding her cheese
She said the taste of dollars was shitty so I fed
her fifties
About his whereabouts I wasn't convinced
So I kept feeding her money 'til her shit started
to make sense
Who could ever forsee, we used to stay up all
night at slumber parties
now I'm trying to rock this bitch to sleep
All the years we were real close
Now I see his fears through her tears, know she's
wishing we were still
close
Don't cry, it is the (beat?)
In time, I'll take away your miseries and make
'em mine, D'Evils...
My flesh, no nigga could test
My soul is possessed by D'Evils in the form of
diamonds and lexuses
The exorcist, got me doing skits like Homie
You don't know me, but the whole world owe me
Strip!
Was thought to be a pleasant guy all my fucking
life
So now I'm down for whatever, ain't nothing nice
Throughout my junior high years it was all
friendly
But now this higher learning got the Remy in me
Liquors invaded my kidneys
Got me ready to lick off, mama forgive me
I can't be held accountable, D'Evils beating me
down, boo
Got me running with guys, making G's, telling
lies that sound true
Come test me, I never cower
For the love of money, son, I'm giving lead
showers
Stop screaming, you know the demon said it's best
to die
And even if Jehovah witness, bet he'll never
testify, D'Evils...
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