Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dance with the Devil, artist - Bad Company.
Date of issue: 15.11.2010
Song language: English
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 moviestars 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 feen |
she put the pipe down, but forever yeah 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 build a reputation cause he could hustle and steal |
but got locked once it didn’t hesitate to squeal |
so criminals he chilled with didn’t think he was real |
you see me and niggaz like this have never been equal |
I dont project my insurecurity’s at other people |
he feeded for props like addicts with pipes and needles |
so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil |
a fever minded young man with infinite potetial |
the product of a ghetto breed capatalistic 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 at new and advanced |
dance forever with the devil on a code 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 he’d 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 |
for filling 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 the motherfucker up in a club |
but only a real thug can stab someone till they die |
standing in front of them, starring 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 |
untill 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 oaked her up and grapped 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 the clouts |
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 |
a broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren’t concerned |
when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos |
one of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two |
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 practicly 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 cold pain 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 the cringine studder |
cuz he was starring 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 contiplate |
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 |
cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go infact I’m sure he’s standing among one of you at my shows |
and every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe |
he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn’t know |
the devil grows inside the hearts of the selvish and wicked |
white, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted |
you have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted |
and you’ll be one of gods children and 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 the dance with the devil might last you forever |