and it makes me sick Even Ripsta's sistas plus family understands Fuck with it, put it on your Grammy Even my mammy's scared to tell And deep in my mind, devil
on I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening To help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathing now Who you believe in hit the weed and breathe
[Styles P:] Dark forces, get on the level Cause you might see an iced out cross on the Devil Illuminati and Masons, what are we facing? See you at the
just like the wind Show my power take flight and quickly ascend Like a bird beating my wings to the pulse of nature Scaring spiritual devils while evoking
my bloodline is one with the divine In time brotha, you will discover the light Some say that God is black and the devil's white Well, the devil is wrong
rock flippin' Give back into the neighborhood, you better start kickin' Stickin' stores On the strip I'm tired of Arabs giving me my change back Devil
Good morning, it's possum day Feel like a possum in every way Like a possum Possum whiskers, possum face Possum breath and a possum taste Ooohhh, like
the purple curtain Thrilled me, filled me With fantastic terrors never felt before, so that now, oh wind Stop breathing, hoping yet to calm my breathing
I don't think that it's Gonna rain again today There's a devil at your side But an angel on her way Someone hit the light 'Cause there's more here to
can u believe The devil owns this reality And all despite, screaming rescue me, rescue me STORM [Verse 1:] Uh, Hate lies never truth when it's televised Devils
hot Don't be tight cuz you not Just be happy I'm lettin' you breath I'm the good, I'm the bad I'm the Devil, I'm Jesus It's Young Money bitch! The game
by I wanna cry like the rain, cry like the rain To shine like the sun on a beautiful mornin' Sing to the Heavens like a church bell ringin' Fight with the Devil
a crease in you muthafukin' shoes Well you walkin' to much and you ain't no real pimp Man look I got hoes who drive me around in the Deville lac With
of a nude girl she claimed it is what God resembled but on the left she had a mirrored image of the same female and this one she explained looked like the devil
Cause I cut your freakin eyes, f**k Bruce Willis because I die rough It's the Funkadelic Redman and I hit ya with the Funkadelic level, the P-Funk, the devil
makes you laugh When a brotha rolls a blunt and his breath smells like grass That's when you know you gotta take the blunt from him 'Cuz his breath has
to arrive? Blaming me for your death While you rest in peace You are marked with death By your cruel lies You deserve all this You betrayed me With your final breath