Twista - Devil's Angel lyrics

[Hook:] Black on my gloves, black on my hoodie I got it on me for any p**y n***a that push me If I want it, I take it, angel of Satan I'm a hitter for hitters, just know that Jesus was waiting Black on my gloves, black on my mask It's a funeral, n***a, that's on the gas Life, I'mma take it, angel of Satan I'm a hitter for hitters, just know that Jesus was waiting [Verse 1:] Far from a angel, more like a devil Black SUVs, heavy metal, got my foot on the pedal Murdering you right where you stand if I ever catch you I can fill your back up with shells from this .38 special Won't stop till I murder every rapper, I'm finna replenish Went through a k**ing spree for years and I never repented Father, forgive me, I sinned and have no problem admitting I'm like God to these b**hes, my only problem's a mitten Got black on my gloves, black on my mask Shoot every hit, miss and I'm coming back on yo' a** I won't hold back, I'mma blow and knock you flat on yo' a** My lil' n***as'll blow and they ride for the cash I'm a hitter for hitters, I sold my soul to the streets These motherf**ers thought I sold my soul to the beast Don't give a f** about the murder rate, I'll help it increase I got the realer gorilla sh** embedded in me If I should die right now, I pray my dark soul you can keep Cause I'm corrupted, I hang with k**ers, gangstas, elites I'm up in this b**h wildin' for Chiraq, what you think? I catch him in traffic, wreck it and rock him to sleep [Hook] [Verse 2:] Fresh off the corner where n***as hustle and kick it Politicking with gangstas and f**ing with b**hes But never lock and try me, the sh**'ll get different They know that I keep it on me and God as my witness I been the business, probably think I holding the torch I was only 12 or 13 when I first rapped on the porch Battling n***as up in the park, I wasn't playing no sports Man, I wanted the whole thing, I wasn't taking no shorts I call up the guys, and we take a ride If we catch you locking, n***a, then we getting fire Cause we tryna rock you, don't wanna see you alive If we slide up on him, Swiss cheese him, he won't survive I'm telling you n***as ain't ready, b**h, any n***a could get it Money, power and p**y, yes, that's my religion Proper preparation prevents poor performance in winning I'm from where them n***as ain't hungry but they stay in the kitchen I tell they mama to pray, look, b**h, I'm God I know I sinned in the past but I beat the odds I put in work, I did it for squad Forever, I'm cursed, I done been hit from the mob [Hook]