8ball & Mjg - Hand of the Devil lyrics

[Verse 1: 8Ball] Hid behind the garbage can, waited for the manager He looked kind of shady, I don't think that he can handle a… n***a that's ready to pull a TEC-9 in his left arm If he steps on, he gon' really do himself harm Keepin' calm, snatch the cheese from his hand Thinkin' about a getaway route, I jacked him for a van Jumped into the thang, slammed the door, hit the gas Now I get this feelin' someone's lookin' at my a** Looked into the rear, it was his prejudice-a** wife… Balled up on the seats cryin', "Please don't take my life" I grabbed her by her hair – "Hush, b**h, don't speak" And doin' about 110, then released her into the streets I'm pushin' a van, I made my move toward Motel 6… To rob a trick who had got himself hooked up with a b**h… Who had only one intention – to pinch him, was bein' paid The b**h went down with [?] The buster was gettin' played My mind started thinkin' the b**h is only for gankin' The sh** started stankin' as soon as I started drankin' The first spirit told me to pay her and let her go The devil told me, "How in the f** can you trust a ho?" My hands started shakin' and mentally, I was breakin' My hunger for the thrill of a k** begun achin' I'm takin' all the money, proceedin' to bust a rapin' Swiss army knife tight on the wrist and I started tapin'… Her mouth up, pullin' the couch up and [?] A knife held to her neck through the back of the seat cushion I'm takin' the loot, then breakin' her loose from the scenery Checkin' my tracks, constantly watchin' my back What does it mean to be… Totally paranoid, thinkin' my past gonna catch up with my a**? Livin' my life so fast, people wonderin' how do I usually last Don't question me unless you down on my level… So you can understand about the… [Hook: MJG] Hands of the devil He made me do it, do it Hands of the devil He made me do it, do it Hands of the devil He made me do it, do it Hands of the devil He made me do it, do it Hands of the devil [Verse 2: 8Ball] Clappin' in my undercover bucket, [?] Thinkin' about the fat liquor n***a hit for yesterday Now, finally the horrors of my hustle will not haunt me No more will I have to jack these n***as… And leave them bodies in the street Driftin' to another place, halfway through my blunt A whole Ninquén and a fifth of gin to get sh** crunk No dirt on my mind until I seen him $100,000 Benz with gold-tone rims I said no more will I ever take another man's sh**… Until I seen that Rolex when he hit that cigarette Instinctively, I start to follow him and make my scheme At the same time, wonderin' why do I do these things Could there be a force stronger than our ones we know? Unconsciously controllin' things we do and how sh** go Now I'm reachin' for my Glock, my only tooler Hopin' this time I don't even have to use her At the same time, this n***a felt like eatin' Taco Bell At the same time, he did not know he 'bout to catch hell Pulled up on the lot a bit fast, I'm a little anxious Ready to get my serve on like a motherf**in' waitress He must've noticed me, then balled out the lot fast But I can't let him pa** with them out-of-state tags I hit the gas to the floor and made them dogs holler Tinted windows hidin' me inside my '78 Impala Now I'm twisted, angry, blood boilin' like some coffee Hearin' voices that go, "Let him go and don't be foolish" But there's a louder voice drownin' out my good intentions… Screamin', yellin', forcin' me to complete my mission Listen, temptation put me in this situation But somethin' good is the reason for my hesitation In the end, I took his car, his j**els and his life The devil made me do it [Hook: MJG] Hands of the devil He made me do it, do it Hands of the devil He made me do it, do it Hands of the devil He made me do it, do it Hands of the devil He made me do it, do it Hands of the devil He made me do it, do it