Chasing the Devil E

Chasing the devil away. Chasing the devil away. He's hanging on your shoulder while you're standing On the corner. There's no better way. There's a better day. Hey Yo, yo. Slinging rocks on the corner. It gotta be a better way than hanging on The block in the gutter. That's where your head Lays. Trapped can't get away. The money is calling. It's the root to all evil, plus a new Pair of Jordans. If you ain't balling, bitches'll Laugh when you try to holler. Niggas dying trying to get dollars. Funeral parlors doing good business for dead Presidents. We dying for the hood riches, And some be good snitches telling cops where your Urks stay, names and birthdays. The task force roll up on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Caught up in the worst way. Streets play for keeps. The devil don't discriminate. To hell is where they send them straight. Friends is fake. No one is real for a Half a mil. Niggas'll sell they soul for the Cash, and they blast to kill. After the thrill of it, what does it all Mean? Your life behind bars, and you're dressed in All green. Chasing the devil away. Chasing the devil away. He's hanging on your shoulder while you're standing On the corner. There's no better way. There's a better day. Hey You got God on the left of you, The devil on the right. One to pull you into darkness, and the other Into light. One side is trying to keep you Calm, the other wants to fight. Battling with all these demons, and it's fucking With your life. Trying to make an honest living In an industry of fakes. These leeches on your ankles making business deals With snakes. Trying weigh you down, but you just Keep on doing what it takes. If you represent yourself, then you ain't bout to Lose a case. What's the verdict? Trying to get by, doing the best that you Can. Does your obsession getting money make you less Of a man? Tell me. Your fate is predetermined, So don't question the plan. Make sure supplies stocked and ready for excessive Demand. Gotta keep your eyes open for rats. Staying focused on racks. No matter what you do, can't slow or relax. Build a solid foundation and watch it fold and Collapse, exposing the cracks, drowning in an ocean Of trash. We fucking. Chasing the devil away. Chasing the devil away. He's hanging on your shoulder while you're standing On the corner. There's no better way. There's a better day. Hey The devil been whispering, "I'ma hook you up. I'ma make you a star. They gon' look you up. You a crook with luck. You'll get away with the bust. Never study the cops. You'll be Houdini with cuffs. They need a bust, but they won't see you At all. Hit up that Brinks truck, my dog, Then proceed to the mall. You need a tux, you need some ice, a Bad broad on your arm. Stick up the jeweler and the pawn. They won't ring the alarm. The only bars you'll see is the bars that You be spitting. The business, wealth, and riches Are yours, kid. It's written. A nice house, the right spouse, your every desire. I got you. Everything you touch will be fire. Homie, the block is hot, but I'ma make you Hotter. Lace you with a lot of Versace, The Gucci, and Prada. Listen, my shotta, It's all under control. SWAT's coming, get gunning, but I'ma take your Soul." Chasing the devil away. Chasing the devil away. He's hanging on your shoulder while you're standing On the corner. There's no better way. There's a better day. Hey Yo, you been drinking too much, Stick. Man, get that gun out my face, man. Shut the fuck up. You acting like a little Bitch today. Why you acting like Chill. Stop playing. Get that gun out my face. Oh, what's the matter? You think it's gon' go Off by mistake? You ever seen this nigga acting Like a little bitch? Yo, nigga. Oh. Oh, shit. Oh, shit, Sticky, you just shot Chris. Damn. Oh, fuck. Oh, shit. Hey, baby, calm down. God. God. I gotta get out of here. Wait, wait, wait, hold up, man. Ain't nobody gon' fucking know it. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, God. Please let me out. Shut the fuck up, bitch. Babe, you better calm her ass down. Everybody chill. Let me just figure this shit out. Oh, my God. Damn, Stick. What the fuck you gon' do now? I don't know, man. Just chill. Let me think this shit through. Seems you got yourself in a bind. Man, who the fuck is that, man? I think I'm losing my mind. It's a little late for that. What I offered you something that was greater than That? So who is you, man? Am I talking to God? Nope, I'm not God, Jesus, Buddha, or Allah. So who the fuck is you? That's not important. What is, is what I can offer you. Man, I'm talking to myself. What the fuck you gon' do for me? Give you the right advice so you can walk Away free. It was an accident. Just ask them. Everybody seen it, dude. You know if you go to trial, the judge Gonna hang you. So what the fuck I'm supposed To do? Live on the run from five-O? I could give you back your life, but it's Gonna cost your soul. Kill everybody else in the Room and then go. Now you gotta live with it. You the only one to know. All right, listen, man, I got a plan, everybody. Everybody come here, man. Let me talk to you. What's up, what's Yeah, Everybody here. We all here. yo, yo, Stick, what you doing? What the fuck? fuck. Gotcha.