Letra de Conversations With The Devil

[Verse 1: Liquid Assassin]
Yo,
LA
wake up nigga we got work to do
You need to get out on the block,
flip a bird or two
By the way them niggas talkin' shit, send 'em a clip
You been beefin' for too long you need to handle it
I ain't gotta handle shit, I just wanna live my life
All that hate, I must be doin' somethin' right
I don't need to take it too far, like riskin' life behind bars
Plus, I already got too many problems with the law
Fuck 'em dog, buck 'em dog, you don't love 'em dog
Shoot 'em all in they fuckin' face, then you brush it off
How you get respect, if you do nothin' at all?
Stand there like a bitch, 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 Assassin (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 Assassin]
Yo we got money to make, I'm tired of bein' broke
Fuck rhymin' dog, this rap shit is a joke
You don't get paid shit, 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 passion for this
I don't do this for the cash, this for my fans and my clique
Doin' shows at my home town, and rockin' the crowd
I made a promise to everybody I ain't puttin' the mic down
You's a clown, this rap shit ain't a job
There's money in these streets, find somebody to rob
This shit, you barely 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 shit
There's food on the table, and my brain ain't useless
Fuck the money! I don't need to ball outta control
I'd rather have loyal fans than rock a sellout show
[Hook: Liquid Assassin (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 Assassin]
So you don't wanna do shit, be bored and act like a bitch?
There's no sense in your life, fuck livin' just quit
It's easy givin' up, you grab a gun and a clip
Cock 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 fucking crazy?
Have my family and friends, wonderin' why I'm dead
Rest of they life, thinkin' why I put a bullet in my head?
Fuck them, they don't give a fuck grab a gun, get it poppin'
Give it a couple of years, you'll be gone and forgotten
In the grave rottin', and won't nobody give a shit
You'll be in the graveyard, and won't nobody visit
Fuck 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 shit!
[Outro: Liquid Assassin (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