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Correct Devil's Got A Hold Lyrics
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(feat. Slaughterhouse) [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"] I tossed I turn, can't sleep at night I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite It seems that I can’t win this fight Hands together, if you there tell ‘em leave me alive Devil's got a hold of me, devil's got a hold of me Devil's got a hold of me (Devil's got a hold of me) [Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] Pen in my right hand, beat on repeat He hates when I’m writing so the thing on my nightstand Start ringing and lighting up, vibrating and all that I don’t wanna sell no more crack, I just wanna go perform at The biggest place in the world cause I’m dope like them four packs Sitting in [?] on my windowsill, making sure everything stays on chill Right shoulder wearing all white saying “Joe chill”, left shoulder wearing red saying “pay yo bills” So that raw metaphor That I thought of before, I don’t remember no more Cause I just ran out the door to meet a fiend by the store And I heard “So you off touring?” I turn and seen his whore That I used to fiend for that ain't never let me score Looking at me like I’m something she ain't never ever saw So a one-hour run somehow turned into twenty-four Wifey callin’, I hit ignore, my priorities is poor, listen Lord [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"] I tossed I turn, can't sleep at night I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite It seems that I can’t win this fight Hands together, if you there tell ‘em leave me alive Devil's got a hold of me, devil's got a hold of me Devil's got a hold of me (Devil's got a hold of me) [Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"] My life is like a box of chocolates I work hard for it plus I am awkward, uh I am an addict’s son, plus I am an addict son! I am an AK addict, uh, Travis drums I am the lead done factor That's why I got an edge on rappers, I am redrum backwards I see your crew and get deep so you can respect it, jump me I signed a deal with my maker, Satan’s my record company I got a K canon, I buy chinchillas My bitches rocking luci-furr after they say Tannon Now can you say tannon better yet say Dannon The coupe look just like yogurt, I fly I ain't landing I am the bank bandit, I got a buying problem I goes in and walk out with all the money but I ain't rob ‘em [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"] I tossed I turn, can't sleep at night I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite It seems that I can’t win this fight Hands together, if you there tell ‘em leave me alive Devil's got a hold of me, devil's got a hold of me Devil's got a hold of me (Devil's got a hold of me) [Verse 3: Joe Budden] I’m talking, I’m talking He talks, I listen, GPS on my position Just living, just hanging out with the opposition Can’t take the heat, get the fuck out the kitchen Stupid, y'all, think it was just me I belong in prison crazy by my own admission On a mission to grab a podium, let me tell the public That I’m self-destructive, I ain't looking for no help, fuck it Look for a way to get high, I’m still alive 6 million ways to die and still a few more left to try 'til my face is red boy, pills in us, still a slight menace We just going back and forth feeling like tennis standing underneath rain What are we sayin’, friends and family wanted me to change But it's too late cause my feet is getting comfy on the flames, check it I don’t wanna be another nigga with no gold, no fame, success, nigga, no hope Sleep in the corner in Soho, my uppers down, its no dough Fuck it they ain't put me under yet Think what you wish I ain't got one regret [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"] I tossed I turn, can't sleep at night I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite It seems that I can’t win this fight Hands together, if you there tell ‘em leave me alive Devil's got a hold of me, devil's got a hold of me Devil's got a hold of me (Devil's got a hold of me) [Verse 4: Crooked I] My automobile is not a Bentley He knows that my pockets empty The devil, so consequently he gotta tempt me Standing on the block, you should not offend me I rock a semi, like Prada Fendi, I don’t think the spirit of God is in me Just wicked whispers of scriptures, Satan is narrating I heard you got a safe in your crib so I’m there waiting Nobody safe in your crib, when I’m in that staircase I’m bare-faced Possessed by what you possess, I’m hell raising And I just left somebody’s father a quadriplegic Told em not to move or get shot to Egypt He did not believe it He’s losing blood and I’m cold blooded like I’m anemic I need a doctor I’m psychotic maybe I should watch The Secret Or see a Priest and I might just chill Or will I blow ‘em outta the confession booth like on Righteous Kill Kill, kill, kill, God when I write this will I hope I seek some forgiveness cause my life was real [Outro: Royce Da 5'9"] Devil's got a hold of me De-de-devil's got a hold of me Devil's got a hold of me Devil-de-de-devil's got a hold of me
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