Deuce - Set It Off (feat. Truth)

[Intro: Deuce] They know, I came to set it off God let me know I can let it off You see my cross, yeah, it never falls You know it's on 'till the break of dawn [Verse 1: Truth] Yeah, I make the green grow like I'm horse shit And I'm one of a kind like Picasso's portrait I'm killing rap, boys, tonight I'm going psycho Prying through the night like my name was Michael It's all gravy like I'm sitting on mash I'm spending money like I'm swimming in cash I'm grams to halves, zips to quarters Guiding your verse like I'm fucking Larry Starters I'm holding front, ain't you glad? Got a problem? Pop off, only hoes get mad The trey five-seven, don't let it catch you slip Billy the Kid, boy, I'm on some cowboy shit I'm a grown man, the whip ain't got rims I'm from LA, homie, I don't rock Tim's Pops said to go, so I grew up quick Life is a bitch, looking back on this shit [Chorus x2: Deuce] We ride, we roll, and everybody here knows That I kill these flows, they keep saying "oh no" They know me for real and that's for sure When I grab the wheel, Truth's got the dough [Verse 2: Truth] The Truth, motherfuckers, this is my summer Watch me talk dirty like a nine hundred number Fuck your girlfriend, then throw away the rubber This is your job, take a hold of her Bitch, open your mouth, I'm Weston Dental Your man ain't balling, that whip is a rental I'm a born felon, I don't obey the law I run this shit, Mister Pepto-Bismol They on me, dawg, these fucking kids Like a newborn on they momma's tits Valet, out the keys, when I pull that whip up Hit you for your chain if I catch you slip-up They know I can't stop like an ongoing hiccup These fake mother fuckers, I'm so sick of They can try to run, but they can't hide They say raging waters, I won't let 'em slide [Chorus x2: Deuce] [Verse 3: Deuce] I speed, right, while I'm blindfolded and tongue-tied They say I'm number one in the booth with no tries I say I'm having fun cause my shit's got nine tiles Platinum when I mourn, yeah, Undead's got Nine Lives City after city and my crew gets airtime Witty, he's so witty, but he's right at the same time He wants to roll with me like a seven dream fifty God, I know you're with me When I'm gone, I know you'll miss me Grab the mic, I'm like a hero from the afterlife Now it's time to show these people what my skills are like You know what's been on my mind Grab that loot and take what's mine Trying to interview me like, "Yo, what's your life like? I seen you on K-Rock, like, yo, that shit's tight Heard you on your page, I'm like, yo, that's Deuce, right? A million fucking plays now, it's on like game time!" [Chorus x2: Deuce]