lirik lagu killer mike - deuces wild
[verse 1]
rolling old school on second avenue in second gear
re-ing up already the first gone and the second here
out the window, see an image, kind of fuzzy but it’s getting clear
it’s a n-gga, with a pistol, moving quick and he’s getting near
hot hand reaching for the heat on the other seat
oh sh-t, ‘nother n-gga, at the window, on the creep
hold up but it, i ain’t trippin’ i was slippin’, got me
in fact lil buddy let me show you just how g i be
you can have this 4-4-2, and you ain’t got to worry ’bout me
2 stacks on the seat, half an o’ in the trunk
if you don’t mind can i keep the purp sack and the blunt?
that’s when the second n-gga said “let’s put him in the trunk”
[speaking]
what? i can’t let you do that. you can have this motherf-cking car and this money, but n-gga you are not getting me in this motherf-cking trunk. f-ck that. sh-t, we all fix’n to go to jail, h-ll, or the hospital tonight
[verse 2]
look shorty, understand, i heard what yo n-gga said
but i’m a grown man, (?), i ain’t about playing
i told you, you can have the money, have the car, have the rock
but putting me in the trunk, sh-t, that’s where all that sh-t stops
that second little n-gga must ain’t like what i said
‘cus that f-ggot little f-cker hit my fat -ss in the head
that’s when i realize this little sh-t about ready to bust
pupils dilated, and this little f-cker geeked on dust
i’m dealing with a greedy junkie with a monkey on his back
think fast before that junkie monkey go cl!ck clack
so i asked the number one, “you got fiends in ya pack?
what kind of gl-ss d-ck sucking omar sh-t is that?
[speaking]
you gonna let this mother f-cking junkie get you a murder case n-gga?
and you
got an easy l!ck n-gga? take this car n-gga, take this dope, take this money
get the f-ck from ’round here n-gga. don’t let this motherf-cking fiend f-ck up
yo life
this n-gga don’t love you, this n-gga love dope, n-gga. f-ck you talking about?
p-ssy n-ggas get that motherf-cking gun away from me n-gga
[verse 3]
hopping out, “where the brick at?” “its at ya momma’s house.”
he geeked up, sounded like a demon talking out his mouth
talking ’bout he gonna put a pistol in my momma’s mouth
simultaneously i’m spazzing, n-gga dimeing out
for me or you tonight, n-gga, liquor they’ll be pouring out
grabbed his pistol, pushed it left, and near tried to knock him out
he’s screaming for his homeboy, i’m reaching in my pocket now
stick him with that sugar, where the f-ck is that 3-80 now?
my fat -ss running round that car, like a kid playing hide-and-get
number one shooting at me, yelling all kind of bull sh-t
got that rocket out
my wallet pocket, now i’m talking sh-t back
he bit the clip, so i shot him in his -ss as he ran back
[speaking]
i told you motherf-ckers! you can have the car you stupid mother f-ckers
god, this n-gga getting me shot at. you stupid motherf-cker
hey look, number one left, you a geek (?), you stay down
mother f-cker, y’all young n-ggas so f-cking greedy…
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