Joell Ortiz - Devil In A Blue Dress lyrics

Y'all don't know It wasn't always like this yo I used to cop it for 65 a gram Add the Quinine cut throw it into the grinder till it's sand Had the bags already stamped ink drying and then bam Lil scoop and the half tape tying rubber bands A couple hundred dollars used to make a couple grand I was trying to step it up see this thing had other plans I found myself wanting to bag up as much as I can No mask on my face no gloves on my hand Used to be at that table feeling cool as a fan Smoking my cigarette sipping brew from a can And one day I said "f** It!" I'm doing it man To this day I tell myself just how stupid I am I ran to that bathroom and threw up my ham Then my eyes got low like a dude from Japan The high was incredible I felt like a pimp Knew I was walking regular but it felt like a limp But that little bag a day would no longer keep me high I moved to the next phase I was doing 3 to 5 My nod became serious my head by my ribs Embarra**ed to see my boys I served heads out the crib Remember like it was yesterday this custy said "Joell Can I do this in your kitchen, man I'm feeling sick as hell?" I sat there and watched him heat the spoon with the flame Extract the h**n and shoot it in his vein I told him "Tie me up." Tapped my arm until the vein showed Then he injected me and everything became Soo ssllooww wwhhooa Now I wake up sick My bones be in pain I gotta taste that drip When I can't get off E I gotta make up sh** Hoping they give me credit or somebody got a sample It's turning into a monster My body's an example Sometimes I skin pop shoot it in my skin Don't even look for a vein I just want it to go in sh** make me so itchy man all I do is scratch My arm could do its own album its got some many tracks Bumps all over me foot sores from all the stepping Face drawn in like them things from I Am Legend Headbanger fell off traffic like a seven They said that GooGoo good I might try that in a second But now the veins in my arms is dead I gotta shoot up in calves instead That's what you gotta do to get a fix My partner ain't got no veins this n***a shooting in his dick Anybody got a shop I'm selling food stamps Last night I broke into a car I gotta cool amp I like my living room dark. Who wanna a new lamp? Gotta get my hands on that bag with the blue stamp Meet the lady all my dudes stress The Devil don't wear no Prada, the Devil's In A Blue Dress