Yo It's Young Deuces, and damn da kidz phat/
Like Steven Segaul jeans I ain't showin no slack/
I'm good from longe range you niggaz bad like shaq/
I smash on tracks you niggaz betta bag on back/
Put more
Hitmans in ya house den
Brett Hart, da lead spark/
Homie da game ova go head and press start/
Da whip, it goes fast, hold ya clothes when i pass/
Hopin out wit dem nikes da same color as cabs/
I'm a gifted young nigga but my flow is curse/
You aint
Garrison but you gone be stuck
Hearsh/
Been hot since da day of birth man dis kid is nice/
I'm da type to put ADIDAS stripes on ya wind pipe/
Get it Right, Man you know dis boy gone smash/
Step on da block like
Stacey, most of you niggaz
Dash/
I'm still runnin wit Bad Boy,no i ain't Nelly/
Like
Nas or DMX you can catch it up in yo
Belly/
I'm platinum You gold, nigga fall back trick/
Cause my flow is like AIDS slowly makin you sick/
Tony Hawk actin dudes man you known to trick/
And runnin away from pressure like Michael Vick/
Shit, I'm gettin tired of dese "NON-HOT-RAPPERS"/
Straight off da block, can't go pass his block ass rapper/
Fuck you, nigga you a crap ass rapper/
I got one thing to say, "HEY CRAP ASS RAPPER"/