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 nigga, with a pistol, moving quick and he's getting near

Hot hand reaching for the heat on the other seat

Oh shit, 'nother nigga, 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 nigga said "let's put him in the trunk"

[Speaking]

What? I can't let you do that. You can have this motherfucking car and this money, but nigga you are NOT getting me in this motherfucking trunk. Fuck that. Shit, we all fix'n to go to jail, hell, or the hospital tonight, nigga. Fuck wrong with you?

[Verse 2]

Look shorty, understand, I heard what yo nigga said

But I'm a grown man, and (?) game, I ain't 'bout playing

Told you, you can have the money, have the car, have the rock

But putting me in the trunk, shit, that's where all that shit stops

That second little nigga must ain't like what I said

'Cus that faggot little fucker hit my fat ass in the head

That's when I realize this little shit about ready to bust

Pupils dilated, and this little fucker geeked on dust

I'm dealing with a greedy junkie with a monkey on his back

Think fast before that junkie monkey go plick-plack

So I asked the number one, "You got fiends in ya pack?

What kind of glass dick sucking Omar shit is that?"

[Speaking]

You gonna let this motherfucking junkie get you a murder case,nigga? And you got an easy lick, nigga? Take this car nigga, take this dope, take this money, get the fuck from 'round me nigga! Don't let this motherfucking fiend fuck up yo life!

This nigga don't love you, this nigga love dope, nigga! Fuck you talking about?

Pussy niggas--get that motherfucking gun away from me, nigga

[Verse 3]

Nigga hollin' 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, nigga dumbing out

For me or you tonight, nigga, 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 fuck is that 380 now?

My fat ass running round that car, like a kid playing hide-and-get

Number one shooting at me, yelling all kind of bullshit

Got that rocket out my wallet pocket, now I'm talking shit back

He bit the clip, so I shot him in his ass as he ran back

[Speaking]

I told you motherfuckers! You can have the car, you stupid motherfuckers!

God, this nigga getting me shot at... You stupid motherfucker

Hey look, number one left, you a geek (?), you stay down!

Motherfucker! Y'all young niggas so fucking greedy...