check it, I'm the deuce-dub and ima represent for my blazed-out crew, and bbf ya'll know who I be...peep it


See I'ma trample any fuck in my way, make an example wit the way I handle any man wit somethin to say/
kill anyone you sendin my way, spit venom, inflict a quick death and they end up fillet'd/
nobody doper than deuce da hole opener, clearin out "pussies" like I'm try'na throw soap in her/
its kid nice and im seein success...they call me sugar smoke, how I put a cavity in yo chest/
I can...spit a little bit of fire on da track, in due time for blind side line drive attacks/
take 2 steps up into my hood meyn, I'll put shots through yo fuckin window and woodgrain/
I got, all the crack, all the balls and bats thats why I'm on the track bitch...they saw my stats/
I'm known to sniff past my limit of coke, so the next faggot to flex can catch my "tim" in the throat/
street code in effect, I rep "dub" shotty quickness, get ya whole body fucked up like nobody business/


deuce