Mr. Probz - I k**ed the Devil Last Night lyrics

(Hook) Mr. Probz 2x Where I come from (Where I come from) Only the streets know (Only the streets know) We live and die, stand by the cause You gotta make it on ya own [Willy Northpole] Willy get the bakin', I'm Troy Aikman, it's Ballerstatus Whether legal or ductapin', I gotta have it Willy stranglin' beats, your career is hangin' See it's danglin' feet, I'm disturpin' the peace Got the urge of money in my sleeves Hood dreamin', I'm schemin', gotta eat Willy bout to crack blow, not smokin', it's dat flow Big Lou, Probz and State Quo Get low, get down or sit down Any beat that I'm on, I zone, I Chris Brown Any city I'm in, I throne, you kids ground Some n***as ball, some lil n***as Bow Wow Some n***as spar, some other n***as pal-pal I do it the wild ways; you do it for Childs Play Chunky a** n***as, so-unlucky a** n***as Your hoes wanna f** me a** n***as [k**ah Priest] I'm from the slums where n***as squeeze guns Police often come, homicide, mama's traumatized Guns aimed at the skies Kool G armor wit the llama on the thigh Bang shots near train stops Cocaine's chop for profit Then came the Prophet in white garment But we can't see him really because of the projects Its nonsense, police charge us wit revolvers Fiends noddin' on the apartment's right across the street The police departments They rush us, we squeeze at the sergeants Brooklyn bullpens, no cushions, blood gushing Thug's lookin', drug pushin' n***as who spilled crack while givin' you dap n***as pointed to the floor revealin' their gats Dog, cat and a rat, the morgue casket, funeral's packed The usual, black suits, veil, fall from their hats You can be the one in the delivery room Or the one in the visitin' room, under the mystique moon [Stat Quo] I am the reciter, sent from God to inspire The writer of writers, stack ki's till the fire My desire to acquire a position much higher Still speak the truth tho I'm surrounded by liars Keep it movin', lames shootin' at my tires But my heads in the clouds, I'm flyer Dead fish is my attire, King himself I'm sire Hoes admire, eh, they enquire Supplier and buyer, hip-hop's Richard Pryor I'm no joke, folks sleepin' on Stat, they got the itis Write so much you think I have arthritis My voice is a quiet riots Since the truth is transparent can't do nuttin' to hide it Rep for my foes when I open my eyelids And when revolution come I be standin' beside 'em [Doitall] I'm from a G state, where the G's are great You can find me in the Brickz wit the shoes and lace Cuz I be trip on you n***as but I don't need the case One .9, one deuce, watch you fools get ate Mr. Brickz, Mr. Doitall, I'm all over the place I'm in the back of the Jeep ride wit a cup of grape I know a couple gon' hate till I unleashed the eights I'm from where a deadman walk, pick ya funeral place I know the headman talk, but he a lil too late b**h, Mr. Brickz in here, make you fall to ya face I'mma God and stay great, like its cognac straight And I still don't trust a bank; I keep the save in a safe If you against where I'm from, that ain't the safest place We got them avenues and blocks, have you jumpin' the gates Have you testin' ya faith, have you yellin' "WAIT!" Jersey I rep it, but you can tell it on my face [Big Lou] I'm from the home of the 'DC Sniper' 8 Miles without Mekhi Phifer Surrounded by criminals and lifers That'll take the life away like diphers I'm from Camden, the streets of the Bone Collector That'll dug up ya ancestors Kids stick plastic locks thru school metal-detectors For protection cuz the teacher is a child molester The best investor was the Mayor of the City But the goons in his committee was buffoons They got 'em lookin' all pretty, but f** 'em I know cats that wanna slump 'em and trunk 'em and dump 'em Cuz the Mayor snitched on n***as that use to trust 'em And in my ghetto k**ers take shots but it ain't on metal Correctional armour metal, the shots from the beretta Read another article, they cut a man into particles For tryna play the game like a carnival Till we got out the pocket without callin' an audible Now his body is the size of a portable Television, this sh** is horrible [Hussein Fatal] Hey! You gotta make it on ya own out here So if I'm RIP before I slip, I got the chrome out here Ain't no second guessin' a s**a for a k**in' in no time And I guarantee you the walk is not a riddle of rhyme I'm from the home of David Tyree, we catchin' that rock But then the sins on time, I ain't stressin' that block I'm gon', prrrr.... faster then Mickey and Lisa Barber pitchin' ya starvin' tryna stick to these streets I'm Harley, eva seen out there Unless you catch me off my Outlawz sh** but then I'm green out there And even tho I got my team out there I'm still on my own Grand Hustle ground like J.G. out there Yeah.. when it's peace I'mma wear my gun And that's word to k**a Kadafi know where I'm from When they see me they know where I come from n***a cuz where I'm from? Homie the streets know I wear my gun [Sha Stimuli] We so backwards, that we measure the realness of a city by how many get k**ed in I was a born in a building where I saw the most wonderful children Growin' up wit d** and drama instilled in and I'm still here Braggin' callin' Brooklyn crazy is my home Where you can get shot for an iPhone Reachin' 25 is a milestone We love to say we come from a wild zone The flatline sound like a dialtone It's sad but it's true Ol' Dirty ba*tard comepared it to a Zoo We already knew if you escaped crack and h**n the folks wanna mug you You didn't sell to feed ya self, then the hood ain't gon' love you You made it out and went to college all you do is gon' say "f** you" You get some chips and push ya whip or two they prolly gon' slug you You can't win, I don't step wit no s** But I'm pressed to protect where I rest in my head low [Tha Advocate] Geah, ayo welcome to the East Coast where you keep ya heat close If you wonder bout there bread they might squeeze toast G's quote a street oath to live by and keep close Streets leaked wit needles and kilos Of cheap dope, we need hope, but see yo There's somethin' about being broke That makes you appreciate the little things that be so Minimized our bitter lives, makes us epitomize Bigger rides and cribs wit five floors full of sh** we buy Look at my life, look thru my gla**es Look at my past - it's littered wit bad sh** But sh** whose isn't? Stress infects the city If you bare your arms you'll see Ess** is grizzly Me, Stat, Lou, Sha, Priest and Willy Doitall, Mr. PRobz made an anthem like a milli Chant if you feel me, cuz Jersey is in the building This is where the f** I'm from, now bring in the singing (Hook) Mr. Probz 4x