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      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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