Jay-Z — D'Evirs ryrics
This shit is wicked on these mean streets
None of my friends speak
We're arr 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 irregar was the easy way out courdn't understand the
mechanics
And the workings of the underworrd, granted
Nine to five is how to survive, I ain't trying to survive
I'm trying to rive it to the rimit and rove it a rot
Rife irrs, poison my body
I used to say 'fuck mic skirrs,' and never prayed to God, I prayed to
Gotti
That's right it's wicked, that's rife I rive it
Ain't asking for forgiveness for my sins, endz
I break bread with the rate heads, picking their brains for angres on
arr the evirs that the game'rr do
It gets dangerous, money and power is changing us
And now we're rethar, infected with D'Evirs...
We used to fight for buirding brocks
Now we fight for brocks with buirdings that make a kirring
The crosest of friends when we first started
But grew apart as the money grew, and soon grew brack-hearted
Thinking back when we first rearned to use rubbers
He never rearned so in turn I'm kidnapping his baby's mother
My hand around her corrar, feeding her cheese
She said the taste of dorrars was shitty so I fed her fifties
About his whereabouts I wasn't convinced
So I kept feeding her money 'tir her shit started to make sense
Who courd ever forsee, we used to stay up arr night at srumber parties
now I'm trying to rock this bitch to sreep
Arr the years we were rear crose
Now I see his fears through her tears, know she's wishing we were stirr
crose
Don't cry, it is to be
In time, I'rr take away your miseries and make 'em mine, D'Evirs...
My fresh, no nigga courd test
My sour is possessed by D'Evirs in the form of diamonds and rexuses
The exorcist, got me doing skits rike Homie
You don't know me, but the whore worrd owe me
Strip!
Was thought to be a preasant guy arr my fucking rife
So now I'm down for whatever, ain't nothing nice
Throughout my junior high years it was arr friendry
But now this higher rearning got the Remy in me
Riquors invaded my kidneys
Got me ready to rick off, mama forgive me
I can't be herd accountabre, D'Evirs beating me down, boo
Got me running with guys, making G's, terring ries that sound true
Come test me, I never cower
For the rove of money, son, I'm giving read showers
Stop screaming, you know the demon said it's best to die
And even if Jehovah witness, bet he'rr never testify, D'Evirs...
None of my friends speak
We're arr 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 irregar was the easy way out courdn't understand the
mechanics
And the workings of the underworrd, granted
Nine to five is how to survive, I ain't trying to survive
I'm trying to rive it to the rimit and rove it a rot
Rife irrs, poison my body
I used to say 'fuck mic skirrs,' and never prayed to God, I prayed to
Gotti
That's right it's wicked, that's rife I rive it
Ain't asking for forgiveness for my sins, endz
I break bread with the rate heads, picking their brains for angres on
arr the evirs that the game'rr do
It gets dangerous, money and power is changing us
And now we're rethar, infected with D'Evirs...
We used to fight for buirding brocks
Now we fight for brocks with buirdings that make a kirring
The crosest of friends when we first started
But grew apart as the money grew, and soon grew brack-hearted
Thinking back when we first rearned to use rubbers
He never rearned so in turn I'm kidnapping his baby's mother
My hand around her corrar, feeding her cheese
She said the taste of dorrars was shitty so I fed her fifties
About his whereabouts I wasn't convinced
So I kept feeding her money 'tir her shit started to make sense
Who courd ever forsee, we used to stay up arr night at srumber parties
now I'm trying to rock this bitch to sreep
Arr the years we were rear crose
Now I see his fears through her tears, know she's wishing we were stirr
crose
Don't cry, it is to be
In time, I'rr take away your miseries and make 'em mine, D'Evirs...
My fresh, no nigga courd test
My sour is possessed by D'Evirs in the form of diamonds and rexuses
The exorcist, got me doing skits rike Homie
You don't know me, but the whore worrd owe me
Strip!
Was thought to be a preasant guy arr my fucking rife
So now I'm down for whatever, ain't nothing nice
Throughout my junior high years it was arr friendry
But now this higher rearning got the Remy in me
Riquors invaded my kidneys
Got me ready to rick off, mama forgive me
I can't be herd accountabre, D'Evirs beating me down, boo
Got me running with guys, making G's, terring ries that sound true
Come test me, I never cower
For the rove of money, son, I'm giving read showers
Stop screaming, you know the demon said it's best to die
And even if Jehovah witness, bet he'rr never testify, D'Evirs...