Boiling Point

Lyrics

[Intro: Deuce Deuce & Blackjack] Blackjack Yo Boiling Point Alright, man, shh! [Verse 1: Deuce Deuce] Incarceration, illegit occupation Police station is what a nigga's facing I'm blazing, grazing through bullets Lookin' down the barrel of a nine Divider, drinking, thinking Time, it be clicking Wanna glorify before I die 'cause its a race against time Spend my last dime on the most and [?] Alcohol, yo, it got me bugging Shrugging my shoulders, older niggas ain't the only ones lugging boulders The steelo, got a star fucking with some kilos Half shit running like Pacino, casinos got a nigga gambling Mind, it be scrambling, niggas they be rambling While I be handling spark plugs and slugs Niggas gets no love on the other side They identified, its a homicide, make your temperature rise Blood pressure circulating 'cause you know you faking Caught up in the rhyme that you be perpetrating Now you gotta walk that talk, can you back it? Blackjack, show these niggas how to act, kid [Verse 2: Blackjack] Ooh, nigga, the heat's on, nigga So I can't clack, I won't lack Blackjack on mission, if rolled up, I could face incarceration No time to change, occupation Illegal thugging, society says I'm bugging Sipping the liquor, a nigga must get sicker Drunk and never fronting, them fake macks only be on something It's what I'm streaming, still tripped Rock selling, I fell in while I'm rhyme selling to them fake macks that keep yelling To the hooker, when a nigga done took her like a game of snooker Life's a gamble, could a nigga handle a different angle Like graveyard shifts and money gripping, staggering while I'm tapping Pussy clapping the booty even though she's ugly, can you blame me? The liquor got me sticking her [?] will knock a freight train, steaming In the midst to see the demon, am I dreaming? What's the meaning for the creeping, I wonder If I make it through the storm, the thunder Bad news stacking, niggas packing Jacking, no respecting, stressing 5-0, a niggas confessing to reduce the sentence No sense, fake thugging, niggas get rolled up and get done in Cell block, lock up, time for bed, said sin My eyes are red, the thunder cracking Visions of midnight stalking, a Blackjack mission with Deuce Deuce We keep fishing, crazy intuition on the D.L Left yourself thugging, no loving, never seen a dove in the city The concrete, no purity Oh, God, could you save us? Could you save us? Could you save us? [Outro: Blackjack] Concrete Mob