Hand of the Devil

Hid behind the garbage can, waited for the manager

He looked kind of shady, I don't think that he can handle a…

Nigga that's ready to pull a TEC-9 in his left arm

If he steps on, he gon' really do himself harm

Keepin' calm, snatch the cheese from his hand

Thinkin' about a getaway route, I jacked him for a van

Jumped into the thang, slammed the door, hit the gas

Now I get this feelin' someone's lookin' at my ass

Looked into the rear, it was his prejudice-ass wife…

Balled up on the seats cryin', "Please don't take my life"

I grabbed her by her hair – "Hush, bitch, don't speak"

And doin' about 110, then released her into the streets

I'm pushin' a van, I made my move toward Motel 6…

To rob a trick who had got himself hooked up with a bitch…

Who had only one intention – to pinch him, was bein' paid

The bitch went down with The buster was gettin' played

My mind started thinkin' the bitch is only for gankin'

The shit started stankin' as soon as I started drankin'

The first spirit told me to pay her and let her go

The devil told me, "How in the fuck can you trust a ho?"

My hands started shakin' and mentally, I was breakin'

My hunger for the thrill of a kill begun achin'

I'm takin' all the money, proceedin' to bust a rapin'

Swiss army knife tight on the wrist and I started tapin'…

Her mouth up, pullin' the couch up and A knife held to her neck through the back of the seat cushion

I'm takin' the loot, then breakin' her loose from the scenery

Checkin' my tracks, constantly watchin' my back

What does it mean to be…

Totally paranoid, thinkin' my past gonna catch up with my ass?

Livin' my life so fast, people wonderin' how do I usually last

Don't question me unless you down on my level…

So you can understand about the…

Hands of the devil

He made me do it, do it

Hands of the devil

He made me do it, do it

Hands of the devil

He made me do it, do it

Hands of the devil

He made me do it, do it

Hands of the devil

Clappin' in my undercover bucket, Thinkin' about the fat liquor nigga hit for yesterday

Now, finally the horrors of my hustle will not haunt me

No more will I have to jack these niggas…

And leave them bodies in the street

Driftin' to another place, halfway through my blunt

A whole Ninquén and a fifth of gin to get shit crunk

No dirt on my mind until I seen him

$100,000 Benz with gold-tone rims

I said no more will I ever take another man's shit…

Until I seen that Rolex when he hit that cigarette

Instinctively, I start to follow him and make my scheme

At the same time, wonderin' why do I do these things

Could there be a force stronger than our ones we know?

Unconsciously controllin' things we do and how shit go

Now I'm reachin' for my Glock, my only tooler

Hopin' this time I don't even have to use her

At the same time, this nigga felt like eatin' Taco Bell

At the same time, he did not know he 'bout to catch hell

Pulled up on the lot a bit fast, I'm a little anxious

Ready to get my serve on like a motherfuckin' waitress

He must've noticed me, then balled out the lot fast

But I can't let him pass with them out-of-state tags

I hit the gas to the floor and made them dogs holler

Tinted windows hidin' me inside my '78 Impala

Now I'm twisted, angry, blood boilin' like some coffee

Hearin' voices that go, "Let him go and don't be foolish"

But there's a louder voice drownin' out my good intentions…

Screamin', yellin', forcin' me to complete my mission

Listen, temptation put me in this situation

But somethin' good is the reason for my hesitation

In the end, I took his car, his jewels and his life

The devil made me do it

Hands of the devil

He made me do it, do it

Hands of the devil

He made me do it, do it

Hands of the devil

He made me do it, do it

Hands of the devil

He made me do it, do it

Hands of the devil

He made me do it, do it