Conversations With The Devil - 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

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!

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

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!

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!

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