8Ball, MJG - Hand of the Devil lyrics

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
Teflon 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 me and
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 gushing
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, chiefin hay
Thinkin' about the fat lick a
Nigga hit 'fore 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 true love
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