Слова:
Clutch Devil Me

why do you hate on me? How you gone hate on me? And I'm that nigga That ride beats smoother than Ron Isley Talkin' bout fuck Damani but steady eyein' me

Help, the devil's in my car Help, the devil's in my car Help, the devil's in my car Devil's in my car, whoa please Let me be alone We're really tearin

game, we run businesses Watch us shine and watch the world be our witnesses Observe real though half ceiling of blow rhymin' Deniro dough Dundalero yo let the steel blow hear me

tires are burning And the racing has begun Hear the engine roar In this mean machine Times standing still And My red devil is flying Catch me if you can

now look whos the no hopers We can touch god through the power of a crowd Bush bashing with a butcher knife how you like me now? They call me mister

talking to my listeners [Slug] So if you're Sleepless in Seattle Disturbed in Pittsburgh Lost it in Austin Ann Arbor firestarted Fuck me, Kentucky You got me, Millwaukee And the devil

little class like half days and the confidence to overlook my past ways time heals all, and heels hurt to walk in but they go with the clutch that you

businesses watch us shine and watch the World be our witnesses [repeat] [Verse 1: (Raekwon)] Observe real though half cieling of blow rhymin' Deniro dough dundalero yo let the steel blow hear me

Ring-a-ding rhythm or jukebox racket my Mind can't clutch the feeling, yeah Devil man, Devil man calling Devil man Running in my head, yeah Devil man, Devil man calling Devil