m running out of time devil's gate is opening on me My God! my life! my choice, my death I'm promised to the fallen angel he speaks, mad voice, long
with your mind Sooner or later He's gonna rip us his paper He's gonna bring his fantasy Out of the closet and into reality Henry's a devil when he get
s just not your time to die And while the angels sleep All of the devils are awake Waiting to steal your love Right outside of Heaven's gate And all
My black heart will know what happened The devil rises up punishes me with hate and lead me to the gate But I like to stay Hell to pay That's my way
on your wife at the same time And claim I'm speakin' the devil and I'm going to hell And as far as hell speak of the devil It's amazing how this God is
Pusha (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble) But you found it muthafucker Yes All I see is black roses, drug dealer poses shoveling that devil?s angel
A beaten man can tell no lies He said, "Prophets, pimps, angels, whores, There ain't no devil, there ain't no lord. Money grows to fill the preacher's
I see stallions on platforms, killers comin out of their phat farms 'Cause it's heated on the third levels Angels shakin ass for the devils It's like
around I see stallions on platforms, killers comin out of their phat farms 'Cause it's heated on the third levels Angels shakin ass for the devils It's
The devils gonna getcha, better start actin' like you should All the cold beers and bright lights, stayin' out all nightThe good book it tells me boy your soul's
Gang Pusha (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble) But you found it muthafucker Yes All I see is black roses, drug dealer poses shoveling that devil?s angel
gate he will start to run And then I'll kiss my boy Dirty hands! dirty face! Little devil, that's what they say But to me he's an angel of joy Dirty
way beyond your head And chains about your neck [Killah Priest] Worldwide, look All of my pain is on the pictures in my enemy's frame Written in blood
see stallions on platforms, killers comin out of their phat farms 'Cause it's heated on the third levels Angels shakin ass for the devils It's like
Swizz Beats:] Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2] I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money [Lil Wayne:] Mr Angel on the beat Young mula baby, and the devil
Came Down On Doomsday's Eve Let's Say Tomorrow There Will Be A Gate To Take The Faithful Away Will It Be Guarded By Angels Or Black-Eyed Devil's Burn
