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We got Daquan here Come on down Now Daquan is from South East DC He says he's willing to sell his soul to make it in the music industry And today Daquan I believe we can make this a reality But-but before we make the sa-satanic act of reality We have to ask Are you ready for the blood sacrifice? Are you ready to leave your life of love and holiness behind? I want the world, I want the money, I want the respect (Nigga, come on down) I want the gold, I want the chains, I want it, I want it (Nigga, come on down) Never had nothing but soul, never had nothing but hustle (Nigga, come on down) Wanna be loved, I wanna be famous, I wanna be rich (Nigga, come on down) I wanna be anything, wanna be anybody that I'm not (Nigga, come on down) Let me get it all, get the money, get the women motherfucker better give me like ten of them Glock 9's I got ten of them My enemies I gotta get rid of them Since I was a little boy I wanted to be loved Wanted to be hugged, but the streets wanted me to thug Sweep my emotions up under my rug Then call the plug, to sell me some drugs to sell to my people to smoke on a nub Sipping liquor by the jug I'm trying to borrow down these feelings inside of me Can't speak on the things that done happen to me as a child, I'm talking about sodomy Letras de cancionesOh no I can't let them see that side of me Therapy that shit right there for them white folk I sell crack like white yolk Police they got me walking on a tight rope Want me on sight 'cause I sell dope So I'd rather just sell my soul Getting this money my goal I want the world, I want the money, I want the respect (Nigga, come on down) I want the gold, I want the chains, I want it, I want it (Nigga, come on down) Never had nothing but soul, never had nothing but hustle (Nigga, come on down) Wanna be loved, I wanna be famous, I wanna be rich (Nigga, come on down) I wanna be be anything, wanna be anybody that I'm not (Nigga, come on down) Anyone that I'm not That I'm not Anyone that I'm not That I'm not Most folks think gangstas like what they do Think they enjoy killing their own brothers and sisters By reeling our streets with bullet shells and narcotics Most people think that shit cool, think again Why you think they call it the trap playboy? We just tryna escape by any means But we mostly end up escaping through death From Letras Mania