Lyrics Conversations With The Devil - Liquid Assassin

Yo my man 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 talking shit send′em a clip
Youve been beefing for to long you need to handle it

I aint gotta handle shit i just wanna live my life
All that hate i must be doing something right
I dont need to take it too far like risk your life behind bars
Plus i already got too many problems with the law
Fuck'em dawg, fuck′em dawg you don't love'em dawg
Shoot′em all in they fucking face
Then you brush it off how you get respect
If you do nothing at all, stand there like a bitch
While they calling you soft

Thats what im saying talk is cheap i aint soft please
Thats what makes me a G i grab a gun
And i squeeze id rather use my brain
Then leave′em dead in the street and have
A judge read a double life sentence to me

Listen round wit' me and i can guide you straight
Put your life in my hands before your times too late
But every line you say you try an steer me wrong
So how you expect me to try an hear you nah

Listen round wit′ me and i can guide you straight
Put your life in my hands before your times too late
But every line you say you try an steer me wrong
So how you expect me to try an hear you nah

Yo we got money to make im tired of being broke
Fuck rhyming dawg this rap shit is a joke
You dont get paid shit selling cds for five bucks
Hit the block sell rocks you could own five trucks
Thats not what its about i got a passion for this
I dont do this for cash its for my fans and my clique
Doing shows in my home town and rocking the crowd
I made a promise to everybody i aint putting the mic down
Yous a clown this rap shit aint a job
Theres money in these streets find somebody to rob
'Cause shit you barely even got enough money for new gear
You aint balling yet and youve been rapping for years
I made a lot from this music i made a name and i do shit
Theres food on the table and and my brain aint useless
Fuck the money i dont need to ball outta control
Id rather have loyal fans and rock a sell out show

Listen round wit′ me and i can guide you straight
Put your life in my hands before your times too late
But every line you say you try an steer me wrong
So how you expect me to try an hear you nah

Listen round wit' me and i can guide you straight
Put your life in my hands before your times too late
But every line you say you try an steer me wrong
So how you expect me to try an hear you nah

So you dont wanna do shit be poor and act like a bitch
Theres no sense in your life fuck living just quit
Its easy giving up you grab a gun and a clip
Cock it back put it to ya head and let it rip
And then its over with yea and then its all gravy
Have my mom bury her son are you fucking crazy
Have my family and friends wondering why im dead
Rest they life thinking why i put a bullet in my head
Fuck them they dont give a fuck grab ya gun
Get it popping give it a couple of years youll be gone and forgotten
In the grave rotting and wont nobody give a shit
Youll be in the graveyard and wont nobody visit
Fuck that how ′bout i put this pistol to you
Go in ya pockets and then i got some money to use
And all that talk about me being soft
Is over with
No more telling me to do shit

Place my palms together
And make my fingertips touch pray to you Lord
When i fall that you gon' pick me up
Theres so much drama in my life and i cant handle it Jesus
Open my heart for you Lord theres no more speaking with demons

Place my palms together
And make my fingertips touch pray to you Lord
When i fall that you gon' pick me up
Theres so much drama in my life and i cant handle it Jesus
Open my heart for you Lord theres no more speaking with demons