Liquid Assa**in - Conversations with the Devil lyrics

[Verse 1: Liquid Assa**in] Yo, LA wake up n***a we got work to do You need to get out on the block, flip a bird or two By the way them n***as talkin', send 'em a clip You been beefin' for too long you need to handle it I ain't gotta handle sh**, I just wanna live my life All that hate, I must be doin' somethin' right I don't need to take it too far, riskin' life behind bars Plus, I already got too many problems with the law f** 'em dog, buck 'em dog, you don't love 'em dog Shoot 'em all in they f**in' face, then you brush it off How you get respect, if you do nothin' at all Stand there like a b**h, while they callin' you soft That's what I'm sayin', talk is cheap, I ain't soft, please That's what makes me a G, I grab a gun and I squeeze? I'd rather use my brain than leave 'em dead in the streets And have a judge read a double life sentence to me [Hook: Liquid Assa**in (X2)] Listen ride with me, and I can guide you straight Put your life in my hands before your time's too late But every line you say, you try and steer me wrong So how you expect me to try and hear you, nah! [Verse 2: Liquid Assa**in] Yo we got money to make, I'm tired of bein' broke f** rhymin' dog, this rap sh** is a joke You don't get paid sh**, sellin' CD's for five bucks Hit the block, sell rocks, you could own five trucks That's not what this's about, I got a pa**ion for this I don't do this for the cash, this for my fans and my clique Doin' shows at my home town, rockin' the crowd I promised everybody I ain't puttin' the mic down You's a clown, this rap sh** ain't a job There's money in these streets, find somebody to rob This sh**, you ain't even got enough money for new gear You ain't ballin' yet, and you've been rappin' for years I made a lot from this music, I made a name and I do sh** There's food on the table, and my brain ain't useless f** the money! I don't need to ball outta control I'd rather have loyal fans than rock a sellout show [Hook: Liquid Assa**in (X2)] Listen ride with me, and I can guide you straight Put your life in my hands before your time's too late But every line you say, you try and steer me wrong So how you expect me to try and hear you, nah! [Verse 3: Liquid Assa**in] So you don't wanna do sh**, be bored and act like a b**h? There's no sense in your life, f** livin' just quit It's easy givin' up, you grab a gun and a clip co*k it back, put it to your head and let it rip And then it's over wit', yeah then it's all gravy? Have my mom bury her son? Are you f**ing crazy? Have my family and friends, wonderin' why I'm dead Rest of they life, thinkin' why I put a bullet in my head? f** them, they don't give a f** grab a gun, get it poppin' Give it a couple of years, you'll be gone and forgotten In the grave rottin', won't nobody give a sh** You'll be in the graveyard, and won't nobody visit f** that! How 'bout, I put this pistol to you Go in your pockets, and then I got some money to use And all that talk about me bein' soft, is over with No more tellin' me to do sh**! [Outro: Liquid Assa**in (X2)] Place my palms together, and make my fingertips touch Pray to you lord, when I fall that you gon' pick me up There's so much drama in my life and I can't handle it Jesus Open my heart for you lord, please no more speakin' wit' demons