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 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 so I fed her fifties About his whereabouts I wasn t convinced So I kept feeding her money til 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 ing 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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