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yo wut up this is devious..tha street poet..i bring tha illest lyrics ova tha illest beats for yall to feel..spittin on that street shit so everybody can see whas goin on out there..
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Genre
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Peak #1,573
Peak in subgenre #926
Author
Devious
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beat by: Shallow Productions
Uploaded
December 15, 2001
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MP3 4.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
am tha young city bandit keep my nine where my hand is/
devious tha type a kid that demands chips and fly whips/
takin trips we outta town bound blow blow is tha daily sounds/
dead bodies found kid got murked cuz he stepped outta bounds/
around here ya betta not shed a tear cuz you'll get killed for ya fear/
blast ya in plain view for tha mere fact that you spoke in too many ears/
too many years passed wit tha evil that ive committed and then ommited/
if ya shoes is my size ya betta get ready to be defitted cuz i'm sick wit it/
movin slick wit shit i'm anti jail i aint tha killin type foreal/
but i'm quick to put a gun to ya head and watch ya ass turn pale/
livin life in tha city wit mad feinds and hallways thas shitty/
dodged bullets but never one hit me cuz i'm to quick b/
niggas be gettin caught by tha devil now they leavin ya bed fill/
wit shells spilled u got ya teeth knocked out now wheres ya ice grill/
these feinds might kill me wit they ill weaponry tryna get tha best a me/
but i let em see whos tha real one out here cuz..
am tha young city bandit/
am tha young city bandit/
am tha young city bandit hold myself down single handed/
everyday i see anotha stranger which could mean danger/
out here aint no manger gettin killed like u on tha range word/
we speak strange words like polyin drinkin rum brew while we sinnin/
grinnin at ya foes death while his hoe is cringin and his moms is singin/
funeral songs while i'm writin my psalms devious tha poet my heart stays warm/
as i look out my window its like nam seein cold blooded killas wit teks in they palms/
no time to correct ya wrongs that youve done when tha blue beast comes its time to run/
thas true son we don't live by tha rules dun but we tryna make it out these slums/
beleive it hun i'm caged inside locked behind bars is where my heart resides/
my heart thinks but my brain slides into feelin like i'm deprived/
not knowin where my souls derived wheres tha self conscience i launched sense/
into tha minds of tha world today where its nonsense/
i'm godsent tha poet tha prophet tha nigga that you robbed wit/
picked locks wit you aint betta then me you still got empty pockets/
alone like empty tropics i can't stand it god put me on this earth to be demanded/
do my shit single handed cuz i'm tha young city bandit/
am tha young city bandit/
am tha young city bandit/
am tha young city bandit hold myself down single handed/
i counted my blessins which is as much as a white kat wit melanin/
that equals to none i fell on sins cuz i slipped to much and fed on sins/
tha red light wins thas tha devils color see me come thru in tha blue humma/
hood rats rydin me hah you dumb ma neva one tha lotto no lucky numba/
can't have a good slumba cuz nightmares run thru my head wakin up wit cold stares/
goose bumps on my nose hairs yea i'm backwards i chose weird/
blast foes near tryin to kill my hibernation city dukes controllin this minor nation/
livin in this time an placin seein things that a regular kat cant stomach,i be tastin/
kis wastin narcotic fellows packed it don't walk alone cuz tha macks lit/
cock back and watch slugs spit even tru thugs get hit/
wishin i was pushin a lex whip mayb in a differnt life time cuz righ now i'm in trife times/
i seen a kid get scarred wit knife lines burnt out optics now his eyes blind/
feinds come out at night time when withdrawl calls as tha rain of death falls/
lookin down that barrel gave you sweaty balls tha reaper already called/
thas how shit operates in tha city you get knocked and baked/
how you feelin in that ern kid? tha young city bandit up for high stakes/
