Deceive

Lyrics

[Verse 1: The R.O.C.] You saw us, tried to blow my house down But theses three little pigs [?] so watch them frown If you not a player hater yes let me see you rock If you not a player hater then why your gun cocked? Ready to do it [?] 'cause I'm tryin' to do right You ready to fight, well nigga tonight's the night One niggas gonna go down, it's goin' way down Straight to Salem's Lot, so watch as I get you now May God bless me for what am I doin' Because I fear for my life like I was Colin Powell in president shoes And hope the morning paper don't read "rapper dead" Over some jealous-ass punks that have me misled Thinkin' their thing was important as the God above Only thing I'm supportin' is my multi love For my family, my dollars, and my friends And for the ones who ain't down, may God bless the bullet I send [Chorus] Never try to deceive me Never try to deceive me Never try to deceive me Never try to deceive me [Verse 2: Hektic] I'm comin' at you like a cool breeze, I'm watchin' you emcees freeze Infectin' your brain with the dopes on the reel and come off of the blunt please I can't lose I'm a winner I saw your bitch and stuck my dick in her, call me a pig skinner It ain't no time for all of you silly hoes point blank And that's just how the story goes I desecrate the souls that live within Cannot relate my mind state, just flips and spins and spins I smoke weed to relax myself Deep trains of thought leavin' your mind screamin' for help A stealth bomber, my crew can bring you mad drama Consider your ass lucky fuckin' with House My [cousin Max?] has got my back, we leavin' no tracks Flipin' a sacks, creatin' Money stacks as a matter of facts I got a problem with my cheese, fuck you and leave Before we [?], how could you deceive? [Chorus] Never try to deceive me Never try to deceive me Never try to deceive me Never try to deceive me [Verse 3: Mr. Bones] I hit you with the infrared, laser tag I got you I got the long brown hair and crossbow like I'm Chewbacca I care Glockas, shit talkers should use Binaca To freshen the breath off player haters Wack rhyme sayers thinkin' they be in our league But then we go and pull another trick form up the sleeve Believe in Jesus, Prodigal Son wearin' Adidas I kick my thesis, leavin' competition in pieces Spittin' lyrics like a millimeter, tongue is the clip Got the pocket full of rubbers to cover my dipstick Can you feel me? See my shit is fat I Never ever pull the wrap from my baseball cap I pull the forty ounce brew from the brown bag My hand in my pocket to retrieve my zigzags Big bags equal much smoke, take a toke Bet your bottom dollar that you bound to choke Out of site like a shooting star, you know who I are It's the brother sippin' gin in the back of the bar And I regulate rhymes like I got big game I got a couple more dineros then what his name Stashed off in my sock like some old food stamps Stand clear, set trips, there's perpetrators and tramps I got much more bounce to the ounce in fact Turn the volume up to ten and watch your window crack Step back you better believe me, don't ever try to be me You can't see me, and you'll never ever deceive me