Thursday, May 20, 2010

Runnin' for tha Deuce Trey (I want...)

Straight from the heights of 026
East side, G-hill, bacc on the mix
used to live high like an eagle, with my pockets fat,
Now i'm runnin for tha deuce tray with my gat'.
Deuce deuce was ok, but army got my head,
I meet few girls, but it ended bad
Now I'm into this shorty, and it will end better
Last time she almost slip'd, but now I wont let her.
I've heard CMW, and I set my mind
Up in smoke, now I sit, while I write and grind
And roll with pleasure, just me and Nina Ross,
Deuce trey, it's the time to show'em who's the boss
Started loadin' my clip with my lyrical slugs
And I loaded my blunts with my favorite drugs.
Now I puff and I flow, and in pants now I grow,
'cause she was on the phone... They say my mind is slow
And that the herb got me, but i'm quicc on my tech
Always ready to fill you with a whole damn pacc
Of led, through your head, comin' straight from my Nina
Stormin' yo' asses worse than huricane Catrina
And when we're at the Tray, free my nigga Deee,
Got to show some love to my WestCoast G'z
I want Eiht on my tracc, and Quik on the beat,
I want my nigga 7 to hit those LA streets,
I want to hear one more verse from BIG and Mac Dre
I want Spice and Yuk to take me to the bay
I want somethin' new from the 213,
I want to move away to the LBC
And I swear to fuccin god, I'm gonna rap my way trough that,
And I'm gonna get on the beat as soon as I get
The fucc out of this shithole, army got me numb
End is at the deuce deuce, I'm gonna stop actin' dumb,
I'm ready to rocc the masses,
I will bust yo fuccin asses,
It's either kill or be killed, deuce trey will be disastrous,
If you aint ready for the zizzle,
I'll bust a fuccin shizzle,
Through yo head, so bitch, what you gonna say?
Nigga Zizzle inna hizzle, and i'm runnin' for the deuce trey...