Set it off
by Deuce
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They know, I came to set it off.
God let me know I can let it off.
You see my cross yeah´ it never falls.
You know it´s on ´till the break of dawn.
Yeah! I make the green grow like I´m hard shit
and I´m one of a kind like Picaso´s portrait.
I´m killin´ rat boys ´till I´m goin´ spycho.
Prying through the night like my name is Michael.
It´s all gravy like I´m sittin´ on mesh,
I´m spendin´ money like I´m swimming in cash,
gramps to ash, zits to quarters,
Guidin´ the verse like I´m fuckin´ Larry Starters.
I´m on the front, ´aint you glad?
Got a pump up if only ho´s get mad.
The train, 5-7 don´t let it catch you slip,
Billy the Kid, boy want some cowboy shit?
I´m a grown man, the whippin´ got rims,
I´m from LA homie I don´t rock tens.
Pop´ said to go, so I grew up quick.
Life is a bitch let´s get back on this shit.
The truth mother fucker, is this is my summer.
Watch me talk dirty like a 9 on her number.
Fuck your girlfriend then throw away the rubber.
This is yo´ job, take a hole, lover.
Bitch, open yo´ mouth, I´m wet, still, in all.
Your man ´aint ballin´ that weapon´s a rental.
I´m a born felon, I don´t obey the law.
I run this shit, missed paper in all.
They on my dawg, these fuckin´ kids.
Like a new born on their mama´s tits.
Valet´ after keys when I pull up with her.
Hitchin´ for ya´ chain if I catch ya´ slip-up.
Though I can´t ´stop like an ongoing hic-up these fake mother fuckers, I´m so sick of.
They can try to run, but they can´t hide.
They say raging waters, I roll in and slide
I speed right, when I´m blind-folded, tounge tied.
They say I´m number one, and the both´ve no tries.
I say I´m having fun cause my shit´s got nine tiles.
Crack em in the morn´yeah and dad´s got nine lives.
City after city and my crew get´s air time.
Witty he´s so witty but he´s right at the same time
He want´s to roll with me like a seven dream fitty.
God I know you´re with me, when I´m gone I know you´ll miss me.
Grab the mic, I´m like a hero from the afterlife, now it´s time to show these people what my skills are like,
you know what´s been on my mind. Grab that loot and take what´s mine.
Tryin´ interveiw me like "yo what´s ya life like" you see me on K-Rock yo´ that shit´s tight.
Heard it on the pages "Yo thats Deuce right?"
a million fuckin´ plays now it´s on like game-time.
We ride, we roll and everybody here knows
that I kill these flo´s they keep say´n no-no.
They know me fo´ real and that´s fo sho´ when I grab the wheel,
Truth´s got the dough.
We ride, we roll and everybody here knows
that I kill these flo´s they keep say´n no-no.
They know me fo´ real and that´s fo sho´ when I grab the wheel,
Truth´s got the dough.
God let me know I can let it off.
You see my cross yeah´ it never falls.
You know it´s on ´till the break of dawn.
Yeah! I make the green grow like I´m hard shit
and I´m one of a kind like Picaso´s portrait.
I´m killin´ rat boys ´till I´m goin´ spycho.
Prying through the night like my name is Michael.
It´s all gravy like I´m sittin´ on mesh,
I´m spendin´ money like I´m swimming in cash,
gramps to ash, zits to quarters,
Guidin´ the verse like I´m fuckin´ Larry Starters.
I´m on the front, ´aint you glad?
Got a pump up if only ho´s get mad.
The train, 5-7 don´t let it catch you slip,
Billy the Kid, boy want some cowboy shit?
I´m a grown man, the whippin´ got rims,
I´m from LA homie I don´t rock tens.
Pop´ said to go, so I grew up quick.
Life is a bitch let´s get back on this shit.
The truth mother fucker, is this is my summer.
Watch me talk dirty like a 9 on her number.
Fuck your girlfriend then throw away the rubber.
This is yo´ job, take a hole, lover.
Bitch, open yo´ mouth, I´m wet, still, in all.
Your man ´aint ballin´ that weapon´s a rental.
I´m a born felon, I don´t obey the law.
I run this shit, missed paper in all.
They on my dawg, these fuckin´ kids.
Like a new born on their mama´s tits.
Valet´ after keys when I pull up with her.
Hitchin´ for ya´ chain if I catch ya´ slip-up.
Though I can´t ´stop like an ongoing hic-up these fake mother fuckers, I´m so sick of.
They can try to run, but they can´t hide.
They say raging waters, I roll in and slide
I speed right, when I´m blind-folded, tounge tied.
They say I´m number one, and the both´ve no tries.
I say I´m having fun cause my shit´s got nine tiles.
Crack em in the morn´yeah and dad´s got nine lives.
City after city and my crew get´s air time.
Witty he´s so witty but he´s right at the same time
He want´s to roll with me like a seven dream fitty.
God I know you´re with me, when I´m gone I know you´ll miss me.
Grab the mic, I´m like a hero from the afterlife, now it´s time to show these people what my skills are like,
you know what´s been on my mind. Grab that loot and take what´s mine.
Tryin´ interveiw me like "yo what´s ya life like" you see me on K-Rock yo´ that shit´s tight.
Heard it on the pages "Yo thats Deuce right?"
a million fuckin´ plays now it´s on like game-time.
We ride, we roll and everybody here knows
that I kill these flo´s they keep say´n no-no.
They know me fo´ real and that´s fo sho´ when I grab the wheel,
Truth´s got the dough.
We ride, we roll and everybody here knows
that I kill these flo´s they keep say´n no-no.
They know me fo´ real and that´s fo sho´ when I grab the wheel,
Truth´s got the dough.
