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the instrumental is already scary without its lyrics

Itt van a gyerek Lucifer a neve Isten karhoztatta a pokolba legyen Es menet kozbe elfelejtete hogy Milesz higy o most vajon ki lesz Es kivagyok en Evek ota akarok rajoni Ezert kell ezt a sziklat attorni Es tancolni az ordogel Kezen fogvas az ejbe mer torodnek Megismertem egybol ki derultek Ugyanugy okis le merultek A melybe kezen fogvas Az ejbe A sotetsegben

Verse 1] I once knew a nigga whose real name was William His primary concern was makin' a million Bein' the illest hustler that the world ever seen He used to fuck movie stars and sniff coke in his dreams A corrupted young mind at the age of 13 Nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend She put the pipe down, but for every year she was sober Her son's heart simultaneously grew colder He started hangin' out, sellin' bags in the projects Checkin' the young chicks, lookin' for hit-and-run prospects He was fascinated by material objects But he understood money never bought respect He built a reputation, 'cause he could hustle and steal But got locked once and didn't hesitate to squeal So criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real You see, me and niggas like this have never been equal I don't project my insecurities on other people He fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles And so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil A feeble-minded young man with infinite potential The product of a ghetto-bred capitalistic mental Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed Dancin' with the Devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed But he was sick of sellin' trees and gave in to his greed

Verse 1] I once knew a nigga whose real name was William His primary concern was makin' a million Bein' the illest hustler that the world ever seen He used to fuck movie stars and sniff coke in his dreams A corrupted young mind at the age of 13 Nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend She put the pipe down, but for every year she was sober Her son's heart simultaneously grew colder He started hangin' out, sellin' bags in the projects Checkin' the young chicks, lookin' for hit-and-run prospects He was fascinated by material objects But he understood money never bought respect He built a reputation, 'cause he could hustle and steal But got locked once and didn't hesitate to squeal So criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real You see, me and niggas like this have never been equal I don't project my insecurities on other people He fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles And so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil A feeble-minded young man with infinite potential The product of a ghetto-bred capitalistic mental Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed Dancin' with the Devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed But he was sick of sellin' trees and gave in to his greed

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Verse 1 It starts with the screen, the glow of the light, A young girl lost in the dark of the night. She used to dream big, had hope in her eyes, But the system sold her short, now she's monetized. Scrollin' through the Gram, they told her she could win, "If they don't respect your soul, sell the shape of your skin." A billion-dollar market made of lust and shame, She’s the product, and the buyer’s the one to blame. OnlyFans got her cashin' out, designer bags, But deep inside her soul's cryin' out, a heart in rags. Men payin’ for a dream, they could never afford, Worshippin' her body like she’s some kind of lord. Chorus The devil's in the details, his plan is clear, Feedin’ off the fear, the lust, the tears. He’s buildin’ his kingdom brick by brick, The game ain’t changed; it’s the same old trick. Verse 2 Now flip the scene to a man in disguise, Lookin’ in the mirror with confusion in his eyes. He says, “I don’t feel right; this body ain’t mine,” Society whispers, “Go ahead, redefine.” But the scars run deep, way deeper than flesh, A war on identity, a soul in distress. Some fight for freedom, some chase the trends, Some get lost in the rhetoric that never ends. The devil plays both sides, laughin' at the mess, Pushin' buttons while humanity forgets to confess. Division is the goal, unity is the threat, He’s stackin’ up the chips on this global roulette. Chorus The devil's in the details, his plan is clear, Feedin’ off the fear, the lust, the tears. He’s buildin’ his kingdom brick by brick, The game ain’t changed; it’s the same old trick. Verse 3 Meanwhile, in the spotlight, the circus grows, A felon campaigns while the chaos flows. Once a leader of the free, now a leader in chains, Still rallyin' the people like nothin’ has changed. They chant his name loud, like he’s some kind of savior, Blind to the fact they’re just pawns in his favor. On the other side, the wolves in suits lie, Playin' the same game, but with a different disguise. Left, right, it’s all the same fight, While the devil pulls strings from the shadows of the night. He’s got the world in his grip, a masterful plan, Distractin’ the sheep while he devours the land. Bridge You see, this ain’t about sides, this ain’t about flags, It’s a war on your soul, and the devil’s got the bags. He’s cashin' in on your fears, cashin’ in on your pain, While humanity fights, he just profits from the game. Verse 4 The signs are all around, but we’re blind to the truth, Distracted by the money, the fame, and the youth. Women sellin’ bodies, men sellin’ lies, Politicians sellin’ dreams, all to the highest price. But the devil’s endgame ain’t about the wealth, It’s about domination, takin’ your health. Your mental, your physical, your spiritual too, He’s laughin' in the darkness at what we pursue. A society divided, a world on fire, Every click, every like just feeds his desire. But the story ain’t over; the battle ain't done, The light still shines, though we forgot the Son. So remember as you scroll, as you chase what’s fleeting, The devil’s plan thrives on the lies you’re believing. It’s a war for your soul, every choice you make, And the stakes are eternal, make no mistake. You see, freedom ain’t found in the chains of desire, And the world’s applause only fuels the fire. Every shortcut you take, every truth you ignore, Is a step on the floor to his ballroom door. And when the music stops, and the lights grow dim, You’ll see the devil’s smile as he pulls you in. He’ll whisper in your ear, “You were mine from the start,” And you’ll feel the weight of every deal in your heart. Because a dance with the devil ain’t just a song, It’s a contract in blood where you can’t right the wrong. Eternity’s the price for the fleeting endeavor, A dance with the devil will last you forever.

And his brother was Nick Diaz, Nick fucking Diaz. 🥶

Ich erinnere mich, als ich jung war, und der Gedanke, böse zu sein, kam mir nicht mal in den Sinn. Wenn du dich aber für das Böse entscheidest, dann wirst du in deinem Leben dafür zahlen. Vers 1: Billy wuchs ohne Vater auf, ein Leben voller Elend, von klein auf verführt vom Traum des schnellen Geldes. Er dachte, Respekt käme nur durch Gewalt und Macht, und die Straße wäre der einzige Weg, den das Leben ihm erlaubt. Er war überzeugt, dass Armut die Wurzel seines Schmerzes war, also wollte er reich sein, selbst wenn dafür Seelen brennen müssten. Er machte sich einen Namen mit Diebstahl und Drogenhandel, stieg schnell auf, aber verkaufte dabei Stücke seiner Seele. Die anderen Gangmitglieder sahen seinen Hunger nach Macht, doch um wirklich dazuzugehören, musste er einen endgültigen Test bestehen. Ein grausamer Akt, der ihn seine Menschlichkeit kosten würde, doch für Billy war das ein fairer Preis für seinen Traum von der Straße. Hook: Tanze mit dem Teufel, spiel mit deiner Seele, denn manchmal kannst du nicht zurück, wenn du ein bestimmtes Ziel hast. Das Leben ist eine Straße voller Entscheidungen und Schmerzen, doch wenn du falsch abbiegst, verlierst du alles, was dir bleibt. Vers 2: Billy und die Gang suchten ein Opfer, jemanden, der schwach war, und fanden schließlich eine Frau, die allein durch die Straßen lief. Sie entführten sie und quälten sie, blind vor Gier, Billy ging mit, ohne zu wissen, was das Schicksal für ihn bereithielt. Sie brachten sie in eine dunkle Gasse, Gewalt eskalierte schnell, Billy nahm teil, um seine Loyalität zu beweisen, ohne Rücksicht auf das Leben. Die Frau schrie, doch niemand hörte sie in der Nacht, und Billy wurde immer tiefer in das Grauen hineingezogen. Am Ende schaute er in ihr Gesicht, das vor Schmerz verzerrt war, und erkannte, dass er seine eigene Mutter angegriffen hatte. Die Wahrheit traf ihn wie ein Schlag, er verlor den Verstand, und in einem Moment der Verzweiflung sprang er vom Dach, um zu sterben. Outro: Moral der Geschichte: Es gibt immer einen Preis, den du zahlst, wenn du deinen Weg durch Gewalt und Hass gehen willst. Die Dämonen, die du nährst, werden dich eines Tages verschlingen, denn wenn du mit dem Teufel tanzt, gewinnst du nie. Das ist eine sinngemäße Übersetzung. Der Song ist mehr als eine Geschichte - er ist eine Warnung vor den Konsequenzen von Gewalt und falschen Entscheidungen.

Am 15 ani, văd prea multe-n jur, Țara prinsă-n laț, totul pare obscur, Alegem, dar ce rost, când nimic nu se schimbă? Adevărul doare, dar îl scriu pe colț de gândă. (Vers 1) Călin vorbește, dar nimeni nu-l aude, Televiziunile mint, sunt doar valuri surde, Politica e un teatru, roluri bine jucate, Dar noi rămânem jos, cu probleme ne-nfruntate. Îi vezi la costum, dar sufletele-s goale, Fac legi pentru ei, lasă visele tale, Tot ce promiteau s-a dus într-o secundă, Am ajuns să trăim o minciună profundă. (Refren) Nu mai tac, scriu ce simt, fără teamă, Adevărul e arma ce ține lumea dreaptă, La 15 ani văd mai clar decât mulți, Nu mă mint pe mine, nu vreau să fiu prins. (Vers 2) Alegeri anulate, jocuri peste cap, Totul bine regizat, ca un film prost, capt, Oamenii se uită, dar nu mai văd speranță, România e prinsă-ntr-un lanț de ignoranță. Eu scriu pentru mâine, pentru cei care vin, Rimele-s mesaj, sunt mai mult decât un chin, Poate cineva aude, poate ceva se mișcă, Sau rămân doar cu gândul că viața e prea risipă. (Outro) 15 ani, dar cu gânduri departe, Rupeți tăcerea, e singura noastră parte, Pe instrumental, las ce simt să vorbească, Speranța mea-i în rime, nu-n lumea falsă.

Only struggle people can relate too this beat 👍

I once knew a n*gga whose real name was William

Class 6 but my brain couldn't fix So sick I thought I was sick Ek cig bola bhai mera big Mein deet but I had my first kick He said heh kya sab tera theek So weak my neck felt a bit no shit that feel made me lit Sunung yeat mein gahke ye geet One day bola bhai mera big Meet my bro and he is the shit His name is weed yeh kar deta lit I said lend me give me the shit Many many I took em hits Kani kani hoke tah shit Very very karah lit Shit was scary bhai tera hit

This instrumental, from a music perspective, can be used as an analogy because it sounds so cold and empty.

i’m jus tryna listen to the beat without feeling fucked up

1000th comment (I wanna feel special chill)

La victime au phone est agiter Elle a appuyé sur le cpanel programe Peut importe qui cest jlui dit je suis son conseillé Les shooter on récupère les cc Jcontinue a payer avec les card des victime Dans l’arrière boutique que des paiement avec wallet Ton épargne va pas tenir Si jfini a gradi jpourrais scam tout ma ville Avant de l’appeler je savais qu’il était au cic sans stresse les victime on les call on les enchaine Les shooters jles fait bosser Et les bosseur utilisé le rdp C’est trash il a cliqué sur lphissing On peut dire qui a mordu à lamecon Quand Jsort jmais tout les cni dans le calecon Moncler rolex prada chez nous y’a pas de contrefaçons Jsort une américaine express A lv y memene de quoi manger et mydrather J’ai pas fini ma soirée elle avait quatre enfants mais je dépense c’est Tals dans un carré la vie c’est trash Jveut manger j’ai pas assez manger dans le stup et la fraude on a multi le salaire Sa me demande le securi code jmamuse avec la victime Airbnb en Espagne c’est pas pour les meufs A 9 heure entrain de call On a changé de pays du coup le proxy on l’active

La victime au phone est agiter J’hésite pas a lui dire que je suis son conseille Mais shooter on récupère sa cni Jcontinue a payer avec les card Ton épargne va pas tenir Même si jvais finir a gradi Avant de l’appeler je savais qu’il était au cic sans stresse les victime on les call Les shooters jles fait bosser Et les bosseur utilisé le rdp C’est trash il a cliqué sur lphissing On peut dire qui a mordu à lamecon Quand Jsort jmais la lame dans le calecon Moncler rolex prada chez nous y’a pas de contrefaçons Jsort une américaine express A lv y memene de quoi manger et mydrather J’ai pas fini ma soirée elle avait quatre enfants mais je dépense c’est Tals dans un carré la vie c’est trash Jveut manger et pas regarder les autres

beat still haunts me to this day after hearing this song for the first time bro

I once knew a fella

Possibly one of if not the only song I can’t play all the way through due to the pure visions that come from it

Chorus] Everyone tryin' to be trife, never face the consequences You probably only did a month for minor offenses Ask a nigga doin' life if he had another chance But then again, there's always the wicked that knew in advance Dance forever with the Devil on a cold cell block But that's what happens when you rape, murder, and sell rock Devils used to be God's angels that fell from the top There's no diversity because we're burnin' in the melting pot [Verse 2] So Billy started robbin' niggas, anything he could do To get his respect back in the eyes of his crew Startin' fights over little shit up on the block Stepped up to sellin' mothers and brothers the crack rock Workin' overtime for makin' money for the crack spot Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine Fulfillin' the Scarface fantasy stuck in his brain Tired of the block niggas treatin' him the same He wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs But when he tried to step to 'em, niggas showed him no love They told him any motherfuckin' coward can sell drugs Any bitch nigga with a gun can bust slugs Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a Blood Even Puffy smoked a motherfucker up in the club But only a real thug can stab someone 'til they die Standin' in front of them, starin' straight into their eyes Billy realized that these men were well-guarded And they wanted to test him before business started Suggested rapin' a bitch to prove he was cold-

Verse 1] I once knew a nigga whose real name was William His primary concern was makin' a million Bein' the illest hustler that the world ever seen He used to fuck movie stars and sniff coke in his dreams A corrupted young mind at the age of 13 Nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend She put the pipe down, but for every year she was sober Her son's heart simultaneously grew colder He started hangin' out, sellin' bags in the projects Checkin' the young chicks, lookin' for hit-and-run prospects He was fascinated by material objects But he understood money never bought respect He built a reputation, 'cause he could hustle and steal But got locked once and didn't hesitate to squeal So criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real You see, me and niggas like this have never been equal I don't project my insecurities on other people He fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles And so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil A feeble-minded young man with infinite potential The product of a ghetto-bred capitalistic mental Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed Dancin' with the Devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed But he was sick of sellin' trees and gave in to his greed

deep song

" GRIFFITH!!!!?"

propz for upload <3 ! still fire in '24 :D

SicK❤

my dad used to be an almost global drug dealer and got caught about 10 years go, i wrote a rap to this about the life we lived while he was around and it works so well bc the whole premise is having it all and ending up lost. it’s one of the best things i’ve ever done

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Uhm is it ok to have your elevator have this music??????

See rap shows near Hoofddorp Get tickets as low as $124 Translations Dance with the Devil Lyrics [Part I: Dance with the Devil] [Verse 1] I once knew a nigga whose real name was William His primary concern was makin' a million Bein' the illest hustler that the world ever seen He used to fuck movie stars and sniff coke in his dreams A corrupted young mind at the age of 13 Nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend She put the pipe down, but for every year she was sober Her son's heart simultaneously grew colder He started hangin' out, sellin' bags in the projects Checkin' the young chicks, lookin' for hit-and-run prospects He was fascinated by material objects But he understood money never bought respect He built a reputation, 'cause he could hustle and steal But got locked once and didn't hesitate to squeal So criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real You see, me and niggas like this have never been equal I don't project my insecurities on other people He fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles And so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil A feeble-minded young man with infinite potential The product of a ghetto-bred capitalistic mental Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed Dancin' with the Devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed But he was sick of sellin' trees and gave in to his greed [Chorus] Everyone tryin' to be trife, never face the consequences You probably only did a month for minor offenses Ask a nigga doin' life if he had another chance But then again, there's always the wicked that knew in advance Dance forever with the Devil on a cold cell block But that's what happens when you rape, murder, and sell rock Devils used to be God's angels that fell from the top There's no diversity because we're burnin' in the melting pot [Verse 2] So Billy started robbin' niggas, anything he could do To get his respect back in the eyes of his crew Startin' fights over little shit up on the block Stepped up to sellin' mothers and brothers the crack rock Workin' overtime for makin' money for the crack spot Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine Fulfillin' the Scarface fantasy stuck in his brain Tired of the block niggas treatin' him the same He wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs But when he tried to step to 'em, niggas showed him no love They told him any motherfuckin' coward can sell drugs Any bitch nigga with a gun can bust slugs Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a Blood Even Puffy smoked a motherfucker up in the club But only a real thug can stab someone 'til they die Standin' in front of them, starin' straight into their eyes Billy realized that these men were well-guarded And they wanted to test him before business started Suggested rapin' a bitch to prove he was cold-hearted So now he had a choice between goin' back to his life Or makin' money with made men up in the cyph' His dreams about cars and ice made him agree A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be And so he met them Friday night at a quarter to three [Chorus] Everyone tryin' to be trife, never face the consequences You probably only did a month for minor offenses Ask a nigga doin' life if he had another chance But then again, there's always the wicked that knew in advance Dance forever with the Devil on a cold cell block But that's what happens when you rape, murder, and sell rock Devils used to be God's angels that fell from the top There's no diversity because we're burnin' in the melting pot [Verse 3] They drove around the projects slow while it was rainin' Smokin' blunts, drinkin' and jokin' for entertainment Until they saw a woman on the street, walkin' alone Three in the mornin', comin' back from work, on her way home And so they quietly got out the car and followed her Walkin' through the projects, the darkness swallowed her They wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor "This is it, kid, now you got your chance to be raw" So Billy yoked her up and grabbed the chick by the hair And dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there She struggled hard, but they forced her to go up the stairs They got to the roof and then held her down on the ground Screamin', "Shut the fuck up, and stop movin' around!" The shirt covered her face, but she screamed and clawed So Billy stomped on the bitch until he'd broken her jaw The dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doin' They kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped movin' Blood leakin' through the cloth, she cried silently And then they all proceeded to rape her violently Billy was made to go first, but each of them took a turn Rippin' her up and chokin' her until her throat burned Her broken jaw mumbled for God, but they weren't concerned When they were done and she was layin' Bloody, broken and bruised One of them niggas pulled out a brand new .22 They told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through And if he killed her, he was guaranteed a spot in the crew He thought about it for a minute, she was practically dead And so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head [Bridge] I'm fallin' and I can't turn back I'm fallin' and I can't turn back [Verse 4] Right before he pulled the trigger and ended her life He thought about the cocaine with the platinum and ice And he felt strong standin' along with his new brothers Cocked the gat to her head and pulled back the shirt cover But what he saw made him start to cringe and stutter 'Cause he was starin' into the eyes of his own mother She looked back at him and cried 'cause he had forsaken her She cried more painfully than when they were rapin' her His whole world stopped, he couldn't even contemplate His corruption had successfully changed his fate And he remembered how his mom used to come home late Workin' hard for nothin', because now what was he worth? He turned away from the woman that had once given him birth And cryin' out to the sky, 'cause he was lonely and scared But only the Devil responded, 'cause God wasn't there And right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold And so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul They say death takes you to a better place, but I doubt it After that, they killed his mother, and never spoke about it And listen, 'cause the story that I'm tellin' is true 'Cause I was there with Billy Jacobs, and I raped his mom too And now the Devil follows me everywhere that I go In fact, I'm sure he's standin' among one of you at my shows And every street cypher, listenin' to little thugs flow He could be standin' right next to you, and you wouldn't know The Devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked White, brown, yellow and black - color is not restricted You have a self-destructive destiny when you're inflicted And you'll be one of God's children that fell from the top There's no diversity because we're burnin' in the melting pot

Before hearing the version with the lyrics I thought this song was so nostalgic and made me feel something, after hearing the lyrics I cant look at it the same way..

Full power 💪❤

just perfect that all i wanna say

This makes me wanna grape someone (in game ofc)

Crazy how most of us just randomly heard this song at some point in our lives

Verse 1] I once knew a nigga whose real name was William His primary concern was makin' a million Bein' the illest hustler that the world ever seen He used to fuck movie stars and sniff coke in his dreams A corrupted young mind at the age of 13 Nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend She put the pipe down, but for every year she was sober Her son's heart simultaneously grew colder He started hangin' out, sellin' bags in the projects Checkin' the young chicks, lookin' for hit-and-run prospects He was fascinated by material objects But he understood money never bought respect He built a reputation, 'cause he could hustle and steal But got locked once and didn't hesitate to squeal So criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real You see, me and niggas like this have never been equal I don't project my insecurities on other people He fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles And so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil A feeble-minded young man with infinite potential The product of a ghetto-bred capitalistic mental Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed Dancin' with the Devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed But he was sick of sellin' trees and gave in to his greed [Chorus] Everyone tryin' to be trife, never face the consequences You probably only did a month for minor offenses Ask a nigga doin' life if he had another chance But then again, there's always the wicked that knew in advance Dance forever with the Devil on a cold cell block But that's what happens when you rape, murder, and sell rock Devils used to be God's angels that fell from the top There's no diversity because we're burnin' in the melting pot [Verse 2] So Billy started robbin' niggas, anything he could do To get his respect back in the eyes of his crew Startin' fights over little shit up on the block Stepped up to sellin' mothers and brothers the crack rock Workin' overtime for makin' money for the crack spot Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine Fulfillin' the Scarface fantasy stuck in his brain Tired of the block niggas treatin' him the same He wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs But when he tried to step to 'em, niggas showed him no love They told him any motherfuckin' coward can sell drugs Any bitch nigga with a gun can bust slugs Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a Blood Even Puffy smoked a motherfucker up in the club But only a real thug can stab someone 'til they die Standin' in front of them, starin' straight into their eyes Billy realized that these men were well-guarded And they wanted to test him before business started Suggested rapin' a bitch to prove he was cold-hearted So now he had a choice between goin' back to his life Or makin' money with made men up in the cyph' His dreams about cars and ice made him agree A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be And so he met them Friday night at a quarter to three [Chorus] Everyone tryin' to be trife, never face the consequences You probably only did a month for minor offenses Ask a nigga doin' life if he had another chance But then again, there's always the wicked that knew in advance Dance forever with the Devil on a cold cell block But that's what happens when you rape, murder, and sell rock Devils used to be God's angels that fell from the top There's no diversity because we're burnin' in the melting pot [Verse 3] They drove around the projects slow while it was rainin' Smokin' blunts, drinkin' and jokin' for entertainment Until they saw a woman on the street, walkin' alone Three in the mornin', comin' back from work, on her way home And so they quietly got out the car and followed her Walkin' through the projects, the darkness swallowed her They wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor "This is it, kid, now you got your chance to be raw" So Billy yoked her up and grabbed the chick by the hair And dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there She struggled hard, but they forced her to go up the stairs They got to the roof and then held her down on the ground Screamin', "Shut the fuck up, and stop movin' around!" The shirt covered her face, but she screamed and clawed So Billy stomped on the bitch until he'd broken her jaw The dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doin' They kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped movin' Blood leakin' through the cloth, she cried silently And then they all proceeded to rape her violently Billy was made to go first, but each of them took a turn Rippin' her up and chokin' her until her throat burned Her broken jaw mumbled for God, but they weren't concerned When they were done and she was layin' Bloody, broken and bruised One of them niggas pulled out a brand new .22 They told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through And if he killed her, he was guaranteed a spot in the crew He thought about it for a minute, she was practically dead And so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head [Bridge] I'm fallin' and I can't turn back I'm fallin' and I can't turn back [Verse 4] Right before he pulled the trigger and ended her life He thought about the cocaine with the platinum and ice And he felt strong standin' along with his new brothers Cocked the gat to her head and pulled back the shirt cover But what he saw made him start to cringe and stutter 'Cause he was starin' into the eyes of his own mother She looked back at him and cried 'cause he had forsaken her She cried more painfully than when they were rapin' her His whole world stopped, he couldn't even contemplate His corruption had successfully changed his fate And he remembered how his mom used to come home late Workin' hard for nothin', because now what was he worth? He turned away from the woman that had once given him birth And cryin' out to the sky, 'cause he was lonely and scared But only the Devil responded, 'cause God wasn't there And right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold And so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul They say death takes you to a better place, but I doubt it After that, they killed his mother, and never spoke about it And listen, 'cause the story that I'm tellin' is true 'Cause I was there with Billy Jacobs, and I raped his mom too And now the Devil follows me everywhere that I go In fact, I'm sure he's standin' among one of you at my shows And every street cypher, listenin' to little thugs flow He could be standin' right next to you, and you wouldn't know The Devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked White, brown, yellow and black - color is not restricted You have a self-destructive destiny when you're inflicted And you'll be one of God's children that fell from the top There's no diversity because we're burnin' in the melting pot So when the Devil wants to dance with you, you better say never Because a dance with the Devil might last you forever

You know the songs bad when you only listen to it once and rethink everything

Existen los lapsos Tambien existen los fracasos Yo sigo fresco Aqui rapeando No tengo bando Mi dios me da su bendicion Esto es real Soy como soy Plac plac plaka plaka Mataron al socio no se Supo nada son mentes deviles Pero existe el karma

3:34

2024 still banging

I remember this music in my head for 14 years and search everywhere for it finally found it recently ❤.

On city blocks upping pipes on niggas who’s ducking fights, 3 strikes in chi and the judge will give you life, you’ll loose ya kids and ya wife and it’ll happen overnight, get sent off to the hole and you won’t even see the light, I’m tryna break it down for those that don’t know what it’s really like, and ain’t no pipes in them jails but a knife will bring hell, ain’t nothing nice seeing ya homie do life in a cell, rejected collect calls while you steady be writing out mail, no one responds no one answers so it’s hard to be well, mental state on decline and it’s hard not to dwell, but ima stay strong inside till god helps me prevail, but through all them nights in the dark and all the pain in my heart, I knew god was always with me to help create a new start, through all blessings and the stressing still had to play my own part,

13 jaar later wordt dit filmpje ineens aan mij aanbevolen. Keihard 😂 UTCA ✊

Bruh some of y’all are so soft if you can’t “handle the lyrics” have you been living in the same terrible world as everyone else or is yours made of marshmallows?😂

2:33

the instrumental 😁 the song☹ 😱😰😈

Creepy ass beat.

Still traumatized

One of the best insturmentals of all time