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 [Verse 2] Look shorty, understand, I heard what yo nigga 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, 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 click clack 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 mother fucking 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 here 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] 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, nigga dimeing 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 3-80 now? My fat ass running round that car, like a kid playing hide-and-get Number one shooting at me, yelling all kind of bull shit 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 mother fuckers God, this nigga getting me shot at. You stupid motherfucker Hey look, number one left, you a geek (?), you stay down Mother fucker, y'all young niggas so fucking greedy...