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...