This is how the real shit    Chorus 4X: Buckshot  Why the Devil keep fuckin with me  Why the Devil keep fuckin with me    [Buckshot]  Listen up yo, ah  Feel like the Devil got a personal grudge against Buck  What the fuck  Walkin thru the streets, mindin my biz  Fearin like the Devil know what time it is  Rollin my leaf, just bought a dime  Everything is spinnin in my goddamn mind  Hold up, wait a minute, speak a one time  It's too many voices in my head, I hear the flatline  Could of sworn I heard the voice whisper from behind  Kinda deep though, made a nigga creep slow and breath slow  Cautious, nautious I could feel it in my stomach  The Devil wanna blow the trumpet  Look at every step I take, I could feel it every breath I take  If I sniff up one time, I feel the earthquake  Damn the takes, so much to hold it all inside my chest  Feel like I'm bout to jest  Blow up, but before I do, I'mma take to them demoms  Schemin on whole crew    Chorus 4X    [Buckshot]  I used to want a Beemer, I used to want a Benz  One thing that I never wanted was fake friends in the end  I knew that ones that stuck by me be, was the ones that see me  On the streets, not TV  It's an everyday, it's an all day  Devils and the cops will get me in the hallway  Hopes drop me in the for slay  Around the third, because I'm about to blow  And be the shit, my word  I don't give a fuck, I ain't trying to quit at all  Even if my back is up against the wall, I brawl  It's a struggle in life, and it struggles the game  But whatever you gain when you at your worst at you feel the pain inside  That's when I'm near my goal  I could taste success, gotta stay in control  See the world's cold, momma told me from day one  "Prepare to blaze dum, play the game son"  As a juvenile, I always got into shit  Even If I didn't start, I was bound to flip  Gettin to me in the worst way  Shot my little nigga on his birthday  Rest in piece to my nigga Ray  I know the Demon want me next  I see you schemin on me next  But I'm about to flex, Devil you can check    Chorus 3X    [Buckshot]  I'm livin in the world, where nothin is free  Gotta pay the Devil even if I smoke trees  Oh come on now, is it on now?  Smoke my weed and the public put me on foul  When the judge lock me up I see the jury smile  Gigglin, finger wigglin, he gone for a while  Hit a nigga, what? your shoes don't fit a nigga  You just wanna get a nigga, I figure  I'mma be the livin proof  Hit them niggas, blow up like koof  Put your smoke inside your face like poof  What now muthafucka? 98 Duck Down nigga  Straight to ya chest like arrow nigga  Straight shots, Devil wanna put me in the lot  Six street deep till a nigga rot