House Of Krazees - Deceive Lyrics
(R.O.C.)You saw usTried to blow my house downBut theses 3 lil pigs got these dollars around the frownIf you not a playa hata yes let me see you rockIf you not a playa hata then why your gun *****ed?Ready to do it ????? cause Im tryin to do rightYou rigidified well nigga tonights the nightWhere this liquors goin ?????Its goin way downStraight to Salems lotSo watch as I get you nowNigga I blessedAs what I might doCause I fear for my lifeLike I was Colin Powell put in his shoesOpen the morning paperDont read rapper deadOver some jealous punks that have me misledThinking of fingers pointingAs the God AboveOnly Thing Im Supportin is my multi loveFor my family, my dollas, and my friendsAnd for the ones who aint downGod Bless the bullet I sin(Refrain)Never try to deceive meNever try to deceive meNever try to deceive meNever try to deceive me(Hektic)Im coming at you like a cool breezeIm watchen you emcees freeze in fact furring the dopes on the real and come off of the blunt pleaseI cant lose Imma winnerI saw your ***** and stuck my dick in herCall me a flip skinnerThere aint no time for all of you silly hoes point blankAnd thats just how the story goesI desecrate the souls that live withinCannot relate my mind states just flips and spins and spinsI smoke weed to relax myselfDeep trains of thought leaving your mind screaming for helpA stealth bomberMy crew can bring you mad dramaConsider your ass now you *****in with houseMy cousin Matt has got my backWe leavin no tracksFlipin a sackCreatin Money stacks as a matter of factI got a problem with my cheese***** you and leaveBefore ?????? sleeveHow could you deceive?(Refrain)Never try to deceive meNever try to deceive meNever try to deceive meNever try to deceive me(Mr. Bones)I hit you with the infraredLaser tag I got youI got the long brown hairAnd crossbow like Im ChewbaccaI care glockasShit talkaz, shit yous binacaTo freshen the breath off playa hatasWack rhyme sayas thinking they be in our leagueBut then we go and pull another trick form up the sleeveBelieve in Jesus prodigal sonWearin adidasI kick my thesisLeavin compotation in piecesSpittin lyrics like a millimeterTongue is the clipGot a pocket full of rubbers to cover my dipstickCan ya feel me?See my shit is fatI Neva eva pull the wrap from my baseball capI pull the 40 oz. Brew from the brown bag (brown bag)My hand in my pocket to retrieve my zigzagsBig bags equal much smoke take a tokeBet you dime or dollar that you gone to chokeOut of site like a shooting starYou know who I areIts the brother sippin gin in the back of the barAnd I regulate rhymes like I got big gameI got a couple more dineros then what his name?Stashed off in my sock like some old food stampsStand clear set trips for perpetrators, and trampsI got much more bounce to the ounce in factTurn the Volume up to 10 and watch your window crackStep back you better believe me, dont ever try to be me, you cant see meAnd youll Neva eva deceive me
