Dance with the Devil

I once knew a nigga whose real name was William

his primary concern, was making a million

being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen

he used to fuck movie stars and sniff coke in his dreams

a corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen

nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend

she put the pipe down, but for every year she was sober

her sons heart simultaneously grew colder

he started hanging out selling bags in the projects

checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects

he was fascinated by material objects

but he understood money never bought respect

he built a reputation cause he could hustle and steal

but got locked once and didn't hesitate to squeal

so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real

you see me and niggas like this have never been equal

I dont project my insecurities on other people

he fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles

so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil

a feeble minded young man with infinite potential

the product of a ghetto bred capitalistic mental

coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed

dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed

but he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed

Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences

you propably only did a month for minor offences

ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance

but then again there's always the wicked that knew in advance

dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block

but thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock

devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top

there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot

So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do

to get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew

starting fights over little shit, up on the block

stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock

working overtime for making money for the crack spot

hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine

fulfilling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain

tired of the block niggaz treating him the same

he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs

but when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love

they told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs

any bitch nigga with a gun can bust slugs

any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood

even Puffy smoked a motherfucker up in the club

but only a real thug can stab someone till they die

standing in front of them, staring straight into their eyes

Billy realized that these men were well guarded

and they wanted to test him, before business started

suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted

so now he had a choice between going back to his life

or making money with made men, up in the cife

his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree

a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be

and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three

They drove around the projects slow while it was raining

smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment

until they saw a woman on the street walking alone

three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home

and so they quietly got out the car and followed her

walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her

they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor

"this is it kid, now you got your chance to be raw..."

so Billy yoked her up and grabbed the chick by the hair

and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there

she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs

they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground

screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around

the shirt covered her face, but she screamed and clawed

so Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw

the dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing

they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving

blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently

and then they all proceeded to rape her violently

Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn

ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned

her broken jaw mumbled for God but they weren't concerned

when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and bruised

one of them niggaz pulled out a brand new .22

they told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through

and if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew

he thought about it for a minute, she was practically dead

and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head

(Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep)

I'm falling and I can't turn back

I'm falling and I can't turn back

Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life

he thought about the cocaine with the platinum and ice

and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers

cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover

but what he saw made him start to cringe and stutter

'cause he was staring into the eyes of his own mother

she looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her

she cried more painfully, than when they were raping her

his whole world stopped, he couldn't even contemplate

his corruption had succesfully changed his fate

and he remembered how his mom used to come home late

working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth

he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth

and crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared

but only the devil responded, cause God wasn't there

and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold

and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul

they say death take you to a better place but I doubt it

after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it

and listen cause the story that I'm telling is true

'cause I was there when Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom too

and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go

in fact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows

and every street cipher listening to little thugs flow

he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know

the devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked

white, brown, yellow and black color is not restricted

you have a self destructive destiny when you're inflicted

and you'll be one of God's children that fell from the top

there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot

so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never

because a dance with the devil might last you forever