Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town Every time I drive by you're just standin' around Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your hand Don
out the body This hotty gotta body 'n' I wanna get naughty Followed her to the motel Yes, motel, I'm too cheap for a hotel Room deuce deuce deuce
straight facts You either be a mack, or you get macked Some of the jealous wanna roll on the boss But this HK's keepin em tossed Cause I duck them deuce deuce
with the Birthstone Kid You could have sworn I was a what? A Penn Station pennybegger I gots more songs than your neighborhood bootlegger Swingin' hard like a forty deuce
do? Made a deranged mind out of someone in your same crew Fuck man, we grew up together Run DMC, tougher than leather With the same outfits, forty deuce
m trying to find where them angels sing at Where X and King at So listen for the knowledge I bring back Cuz cigarette pack and a deuce bottle Blue collar
d be better off dead But in the crimson dawn, Black Rose would unfold And drain all the poison from my soul Now I'm standin' up here on forty deuce Another
the coast of Cali I get down and I yodel in the valley Can't say I'm from the Bronx or Brookland zones 'Cause New York's not my home After Eighth Ave in the forty deuce
pages for one verse to make up Twenty four bars of rage shakin' Bay Area earthquakes up It's like that, lettin' loose juice wit forty deuce First class
Done Got Me Gone (Me Gone) I'm Riding that Wave Got me Slipping and Sliding BX I Reside In Best Believe That I'm Vibin Forty Deuce Lights On I'm Feeling
the days of fat shoelace Screwface me all you want, but I'm used to it I'll never give up rep in new york, I'm true to it From forty-deuce to queens
This is the stick up boom music for styles to flow free But y'all know it's me or could you tell by the spree The deuce crew of the new, yeah makes the
my thesis Well written topic Broken down into pieces I introduce, then produce Words so profuse It's abuse how I juice up this beat Like I'm deuce Two
He told me a different story then the one he trying to tell y'all Who? Hell naw, who? Hell naw I don't wan' diss my old dog so I'ma chunk a deuce for
G-wall, I know several lifers (Eastside!) Eight forty eights they was heavy in the Vipers (balliiiiin!) Six forty five, cherry and it's piped up The wrist forty
's how it go Guess, who's next up ta flex, no need ta introduce We holdin' down tha spot just like tha pimps do on the 40 deuce So here's the story,
me from afar, I'm the shit Scream at me, ?What it do, what it is?? (What it do?) It's Paul Wall baby, Swishahouse club rocker Chunk a deuce, sip a deuce