Deuce - You Don't Know lyrics

[Intro: Truth] Deuce, I think I see dead people... [Deuce] Hahaha, yeah 9 Lives [Hook: Truth & Deuce](x2) I, gonna take it to the grave I, gonna run this rap game I, gonna make you feel the pain It's hip hop, and it ain't gonna be the same [Verse 1: Truth] Black Chucks, black gloves, stolen with the different plates I'm the bomb, like grenades, blowin' up in your face Blowin' on that f**in' haze, none of this is new to me 9Lives mother f**er Ben Baller the j**elry All day at the range working on my game For, for, my f**ing back seat game plan My screws ain't loose homie, listen, they missin' The click steady ticking rinding while I'm grinding Kinda cloudy in the Audi sittin' on some new wheels Gotta get bottle of a bottle of them prescribed pills Poundin' on that brown liquor tryin' not to lose it I ain't the type to flash that pistol unless I'mma use it Forty-eight laws of power brushin' through my memory All this hate around me givin' me that energy I don't sleep, I like naps, money bring power Gotta get this dough, I ain't talkin' 'bout the flour [Hook] (x2) [Verse 2: Truth] See me in trafic, maybe we can smoke in a blunt While malcom's in the middle, you can catch me in the front You can learn a thing or two, I'm givin' out lessons The Truth mother f**er's got answers to questions Same year my father died my choice was limited Don't try to put my sneakers on unless you can fit in 'em Running out of options, there ain't nothing I can ask for You ain't flying 'till you got stamps in your pa**port I ain't no photographer, you'll never catch me flash I plain ol' Jason without the mother f**ing mask Real funny how these freaks are s**ing on that plastic Ain't nobody faithful, black door, paper clips Keep digging lil' hamster, punk b**h rat cats Speak when you're spoken to, maybe I might answer I drive blind, quiet down all the f**ing noise Respect your elders, I ain't playin' with you boys [Hook] (x2) [Verse 3: Truth] All my life, been alone, I don't need no damn help Shadow Boxing while they're talkin' all about my damn wealth California King Koosh growin' right f**ing thick Money in the swiss bank, j**els in the fish tank Gotta problem with me I'm gonna shoot it through your f**in' polo In my pool, call me dodo, I'll make the perfect photo I'mma gonna keep a Desert Eagle while I'm creepin' through the night Cops come around, I'm gonna shake'em up like I'm shooting dykes Crooks say "Sup" like a snake watching rattle I'm too much to handle it, go to church, burn a candle Must be like spilled milk the way these kids cry I can see it through their teeth, the way these kid's lie The Truth got night vision, all he see is f**in' green As sh** pop off like a type to cause a scene I f**ed her in the back room, black hair, red cool Came and turned Hollywood into Cancum [Hook] (x2)