[Busta Rhymes] Yo me and my niggas and my clique be getting mad cream Balling the club, now I'm drunk having a bad dream This mothafucker tried to greet me with wealth I never knew that I would see that day that I would meet the devil himself This nigga was eagerly waiting to prove it Astonishingly, already dancing to his own burial music Well anyway, he plottin' to do it to me In a certain kind of way, and started off directly popping shit to me While he spoke a couple of fires would spark While he sat in the shadow talking his shit we watch the sky getting dark (he said) [Devil] (?) Where it hurts I'll leave you in a (?) straight up leaking in the back of a church Let a ghosting crib and haunt you like a ghost in your home Leaving you old and crippet like them ruins in Rome Watch your body shrivel up and turn your asses to smoke Fuck your flesh don't get yo blood sucked, the blood of ya foes I be that nigga that'll torture your spouse And leave a thousand body bags like truth.com in front of your house [Busta] Got me bugging on a whole notha level Tell me how the fuck a nigga really end up having beef with the devil Shit bomb the whole effect the nigga had on my dreaming Body reacting mentally, going to war with the demon Seem (?) like the typical storm So embellished in the dream a nigga felt it in the physical form The dream got my nose runny and shit Eyes watery, shorty watching my body twitch funny and shit Giving shorty sleeping with me the creeps She bugging off how a nigga just sweating and breathing so hard in his sleep Determined to conquer this nigga so let it begin Absolutely focused on killing the demon within So now we fight in the name of my brethren And every blow connect during the fight you can hear the thunder roll into heaven, Ain't hell a deep breath of fresh air The devil's presence blows a cold draft leaving a scent of death in the air While my mind was reassembling now Simultaneous wifey watching a nigga body trembling now Couldn't conquer me so now the devil wanted me dead Stabbing a nigga with the same bone he ripped from his head Yo its funny how the devils'll test us But if fully select, niggas bless with something some'll raggle with impressions Til I'm dead I'm always battling through You can't believe you cut my main vein that all my blood be traveling through Somebody gotta die, settle the score Because it's me or this nigga, I'm fighting to the death, I'm ready for WAR (devil laughing fades)
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