Lyrics:
Chapo got to dip
If she fucking for a dollar, she won't ever met the crib
I keep that deuce deuce close, it's gone dance up to your rib
If she a thotty
Now they Lookin Up Precizion tryna find me in tha index, iPods now but I’m used to bein in decks. Middle finger to the critics followed by the index.
treaty with the opps, we ain't even trying to have a truce
And he acting real gangster, but back in the day, he copping deuce
And by copping a deuce, I
to catch them by the gas station
Like Hank Hill with the Propain
Custies lined up like it’s
Soultrain
The whole hood is a gas chamber
mad anger
to catch them by the gas station
Like Hank Hill with the Propain
Custies lined up like it’s
Soultrain
The whole hood is a gas chamber
mad anger
ya head up I know sometimes u stressin
Man I been where u been but I'm speakin lessons
Never get tricked by da fuckery
Misery loves company
Stand alone
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It ain't no pressure by the bitch
Whether it be by keep or the hunnid
Uh, it ain't no pressure by the bitch
What is the beef
sometimes, who wrote my rhyme
I got the microwave, got the VCR
And I got the deuce-deuce in the trunk of my car, oh yeah
If you only knew all the love that I
a hit
I end up saving it by thinking like Charles Xavier
Armed and dangerous when it was all against us
I came up, fucked the game up
Seven years after
up you won't get it up
You won't show dice with a deuce at me
In the club are like 30 bands
Going hard till I prove something
Going lie on him he
Brooklyn
Let's do this shit right, yo
[Verse 1]
I pull up on deuce deuces, still roofless
No security I move with shooters
V Tweezy dual exhaust
Stashbox
all my girls come in deuce and pairs
I'm in the building I construct so (crank this motherfucker up)
What the funk you beezy's want?
I'm ready
a n**** got the juice and the drugs
Wanna cop that new bag
By any means we'll run it up
Have you walkin on the blade
Till my wrist on froze
When I be
Thirty, you a motherfucking fool, nigga
I was twenty-two when I first dropped (deuce, deuce)
Most influential dude when I first dropped (uh, true
ball player, pro stars
Reach for the stars that's the way to go ma
I'm in the cut the one that leave no scars
Dark shades by D I O are
They watchin' me
pussy
A little deuce-deuce in her panties
Cause I don’t want no ballerina bitch
Man, I'ma fuck me a thug bitch!
I want a thug, motherfucker!
I want some
up on ya
We don’t give a fuck about a drive-by
I ain’t never gotta question who gon’ ride
I ain’t never gotta question who gon’ slide
All I need is
Bridge
We clean & we filthy
And the beat made by hitty
Riding thru the city
Something pretty always with me
We keep it litty
On our grizzy no cizzy
Boys bleeding blocks, on these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making ghetto history
Chunk up the deuce, if you feeling me now
Body rocking
Are you not entertained?
Are you not entertained?
Is this not why you're here?
Uh, uh, huh
Turn the music up
Turn me down
Guru, let's go get
Are you not entertained?
Are you not entertained?
Is this not why you're here?
Uh, uh, huh
Turn the music up
Turn me down
Guru, let's go get
the G code
Im ah hot gyal
Im on fire
Bg Turk Lil Wayne Juvenile
Lady InI thats me
Im bout to pass you by
Take you on a ride
Pharcyde
Im in the studio I
it up to the peak catching nose bleed like I'm way up in the seats
Straight to the paper and trees hustler by any means
Come from the bottom where
on the Glock, I'ma boil him like stew
BG get mad, roll him up like some zap
Switch up that block, then go back to the spot
BP, then we can start runnin
Damn, I
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