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This shit is wicked on these mean streetsNone of my friends speakWe're all trying to win, but then againMaybe it's for the best though, 'cause when they're seeing too muchYou know they're trying to get you touchedWhoever said illegal was the easy way out couldn't understand themechanicsAnd the workings of the underworld, grantedNine to five is how to survive, I ain't trying to surviveI'm trying to live it to the limit and love it a lotLife ills, poison my bodyI used to say 'fuck mic skills,' and never prayed to God, I prayed toGottiThat's right it's wicked, that's life I live itAin't asking for forgiveness for my sins, endzI break bread with the late heads, picking their brains for angles onall the evils that the game'll doIt gets dangerous, money and power is changing usAnd now we're lethal, infected with D'Evils...We used to fight for building blocksNow we fight for blocks with buildings that make a killingThe closest of friends when we first startedBut grew apart as the money grew, and soon grew black-heartedThinking back when we first learned to use rubbersHe never learned so in turn I'm kidnapping his baby's motherMy hand around her collar, feeding her cheeseShe said the taste of dollars was shitty so I fed her fiftiesAbout his whereabouts I wasn't convincedSo I kept feeding her money 'til her shit started to make senseWho could ever forsee, we used to stay up all night at slumber partiesnow I'm trying to rock this bitch to sleepAll the years we were real closeNow I see his fears through her tears, know she's wishing we were stillcloseDon'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 testMy soul is possessed by D'Evils in the form of diamonds and lexusesThe exorcist, got me doing skits like HomieYou don't know me, but the whole world owe meStrip!Was thought to be a pleasant guy all my fucking lifeSo now I'm down for whatever, ain't nothing niceThroughout my junior high years it was all friendlyBut now this higher learning got the Remy in meLiquors invaded my kidneysGot me ready to lick off, mama forgive meI can't be held accountable, D'Evils beating me down, booGot me running with guys, making G's, telling lies that sound trueCome test me, I never cowerFor the love of money, son, I'm giving lead showersStop screaming, you know the demon said it's best to dieAnd even if Jehovah witness, bet he'll never testify, D'Evils...more