I'm not like a guy I knew one time He lost the one he loved then slowly lost his mind He sat around and cried his life away Lucky me I'm only crying
she on a nigga mind Amongst the dogs, real cats is hard to find Even a nigga moms hate it when he start to shine Get the money and run, dodge the devil and his
when my homie bleed Too many fuckin' thieves and enemies The vultures pecked the mouths for the green cheese I watched his soul leave his clothes left
Hooked a left, all of a sudden heard a boom and a crash Tried to catch the cold, sold the devil his soul Had his car and his face wrapped around a pole
under cover All the while envisioning myself, a champion of ghetto causes plus his, game I was playing, and winning While sinning, against myself and soul
Number One Assassin Third, Bizzy Bone AKA Rest In Peace Fourth, Wish Bone AKA Stratejacket nigga! [Chorus] Murda, murda, murda, murda [Krayzie] Sold my soul ot the devil
feel it's unhealthy, The devil creep around you so stealthy, stealthy 'Till you get bold, rush the gold, And before you're much older, You're soul is sold
Down at the crossroads They say he sold his soul Hell-bent on being King of Blues Deal with the Devil But I swear there's an angel in there Gotta give
At least I feel as good as real feels if real even feels good I think back to being a kid and getting my ass kicked And when I sold my soul to the devil
not Frankie in his wild years We're not Tina's glorious comeback We're not us We're not us Sold my soul to the devil for nice penmanship And now I write
Passed through the absence of parentally hands to develop an evident level of benevolence so it's probably better I sold my sold to the devil This is
s no danger anymore It's just another commodity Banned from the limelight Destined for blasphemy The devil sold his soul to the God of mediocrity Gave the selector one to his
' bad? Stop trickin' to them hoes, and you wouldn't be on your ass Now when times got hard You ran your mouth like a bitch Sold your soul to the devil
Had his back with K's Now we see through him like X-Ray's Cuffed in that Adam car No matter, his loss, we at him, it's war Knowing not to cross those
road to follow I sold bottles of sorrow then chose poems and novels The gospel was told, some souls it swallowed whole Mentally they fold, and they eventually sold
it's unhealthy, The devil creep around you so stealthy, stealthy 'Till you get bold, rush the gold, And before you're much older, You're soul is sold