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Jay-Z - Letras


Reasonable Doubt - Album




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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