"Devils" lyrics

[Lil Boosie:]
Yeaaaaaaaaa (Devils, devils)
We talking 'bout devils
We talking 'bout devils
We talking 'bout devils
(Devils)

Man it's payback
For all the months that I layed back
For all the blunts that had me lazy 'n' crazy
It's drama time (Time)
I'm getting ten for a show (Let's go!)
Album ain't even dropped
When it's dropped, I'm getting more
Wish I can go down every street (every street)
But the fucking narcotics say I got death on me
Niggas they try to rebel me (Shit)
But it's motivation
I'mma keep gettin money
Go on Soulja hate me
The judge looked at me
And said how you doing Boosie
He called me by my nickname (Ooh)
What you think I'm stupid (Bitch)
You wanna railroad a nigga (Believe that)
And lose me in the system
But like C-Murder and Mack
I refuse to be a victim nigga

Devils get up off me
Devils get up off me
Devils get up off me
Devils get up off me
Devils get up off me
Devils get up off me
Devils get up off me
Devils get up off me

[Foxx:]
Look
See where I'm from nigga it's Do Or Die (Die)
Nigga tell you he gon' kill you
You gon' shoot or die
Them devils got them youngters wilding out at twelve nah (Twelve)
And holling mother-fuck jail they going to hell now (Fuck Hell)
See I'm from Baton Rouge
Better known as Ratting Rouge (Ratting Rouge)
The police know yo ass done it before you even do it (believe it)
I'm so gutter, so gangsta, so in the streets (What else?)
I'm so freaky, so nasty, so in the sheets (Believe that)
My cousin lifin, grandpa lifin
And niggas mandatory (Fuck)
The judge ain't nothing but the devil
Him and the jury
I seen a nigga die in front of me
Eyes rolled back
They threw the chopper bullets at 'em (bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)
Like hold that

[Lil Boosie:]
Devils get up off me
Devils get up off me
Devils get up off me
Devils get up off me
Devils get up off me
Devils get up off me
Devils get up off me
Devils get up off me

[Lil Boosie and Foxx:]
Can't even ride and get high
'Cause them devils out
They catch me on a back street
They gon' knock me off
Yea I'm talking 'bout the law
Y'all sum fucking devils
Up in school you got blues
Now ya 'bout whatever
Hoes tryna get money
Tryna sell that cat
Devil get yo ass away
I don't pay for that
Don't he put ya at the wrong place
At the wrong time
Now you gone for a very long time (Damn)
You hit the pen
And you heard the fucking door slam
He wants ya shoes, ya zoos, and ya wam wam
He was with you in them times when you ain't give a damn
He was that liquor in ya hand
Saying "Kill me man"
He that little nigga across town
Hating on ya hard
But he ain't ready to go to war
That's that fucking devil
Devil get up off me
Devil get up off me
Devil get up
Get up off me

Devils get up off me
Devils get up off me
Devils get up off me
Devils get up off me
Devils get up off me
Devils get up off me
Devils get up off me
Devils get up off me
Devils
We talking 'bout devils
We talking 'bout devils
We talking 'bout devils
We talking 'bout devils
We talking 'bout devils
We talking 'bout devils
Yea
Be on the look out nigga
They got devils out here
Believe that
Boosie Bad Azz (Boosie Bad Azz!)
It don't get no realer then this nigga
I'm the only one that drop shit like this (Believe that)
We talking 'bout devils!