Don’t Approach Me

Lyrics

[Intro: Male & female police officers] Suspect was last seen in the rear entrance of the club 10-4, do you have a description? Uh, yeah, suspect is white male, approximately 5'8"-5'10", medium build, 18 to 20 years, short hair, wearing blue jeans, running shoes, black T-shirt. Copy that? [Chorus: Deuce] This is for you fags, when you ride, don't approach me This is for you fucks, when you die, don't approach me Go on, run your mouth where you hide, don't approach me You're looking like a bitch, you're a coward, you ain't shit [Verse 1: Deuce] You fuel the fucking flame in my heart, yep, yep Makaveli's got me evil, so evil, so weak, but so strong A lady named Sigh's got my secrets, my spirits And you gon' have to kill her to defeat me Yeah, give me one, give me two, three, four, five shots While I'm rolling in the Benz with The Truth, pop-pop A shotgun in the back, yeah, it's loaded, yeah, it's cocked Hollywood, throw your hands up, where you at? I ain't got no fucking ice on my fingers Just ten broken bones on your throat till you ain't breathing Yeah, you know where I live, you're a bitch, you got shit Take your best shot on the west side, I got Nine Lives Try to see through my eyes? No, you can't, nope Watch my pearly whites shine while I laugh You better catch me in the club falling down Don't need a nine to take your one life [Chorus: Deuce] This is for you fags, when you ride, don't approach me This is for you fucks, when you die, don't approach me Go on, run your mouth where you hide, don't approach me You're looking like a bitch, you're a coward, you ain't shit This is for you fags, when you ride, don't approach me This is for you fucks, when you die, don't approach me Go on, run your mouth where you hide, don't approach me You're looking like a bitch, you're a coward, you ain't shit [Verse 2: Deuce] Just remember I ain't stopping for nothing, made it from nothing to something Feel the bass pop when it's thumping, I see you hiding and running You know it's Judgement Day, keep on running You hear my shit when it's bumping and pray to God I ain't coming I bleed a little bit of me when I speak, I'm speaking to my enemies Ain't no heroes in this life of mine Ain't no fucking rhyme that be written how I feel inside You gon' fucking hear me when I'm speaking, when I'm heated, heated like a nine millimeter There ain't no fucking pictures here left to paint, homie Except the portrait of Miss Johnny 3, blow me I can joke; if you wanna choke, we can go To the throat, till you're bleeding on your hardwood floor No matter the place, no matter the time, no matter the race I'm leaving, you hating me 'cause there ain't no more changing me I'm the whitest of the white, the rawest of the raw I'm laughing on the inside screaming "Fuck you all!" Fox11 better come and change my shit, bitch So twenty-three attorney generals can suck my dick While I'm sitting in the back of a white and black Vick Chained up and I still don't give a shit [Chorus: Deuce] This is for you fags, when you ride, don't approach me This is for you fucks, when you die, don't approach me Go on, run your mouth where you hide, don't approach me You're looking like a bitch, you're a coward, you ain't shit This is for you fags, when you ride, don't approach me This is for you fucks, when you die, don't approach me Go on, run your mouth where you hide, don't approach me You're looking like a bitch, you're a coward, you ain't shit