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Jigga mur­der this one ! 

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Artist: Jay-Z
Album: Rea­son­able Doubt
Song: D’Evils
Typed by: OHHLA Web­mas­ter DJ Flash

[Verse One]
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, ends
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…

[Verse Two]
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
Thinkin back when we first learned to use rub­bers
He never learned so in turn I’m kid­nap­pin 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 feedin her money ’til her shit started to make sense
Who could ever fore­see, we used to stay up all night at slum­ber par­ties
Now I’m tryin to rock this bitch to sleep
All the years we were real close
Now I see his fears through her tears
Know she’s wishin we were still close
Don’t cry, it is to be
In time, I’ll take away your mis­eries and make ‘em mine, D’Evils…

[Verse Three]
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 beatin me down, boo
Got me run­nin with guys, mak­ing G’s, tellin lies that sound true
Come test me, I never cower
For the love of money, son, I’m giv­ing lead show­ers
Stop screamin, 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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