DEUCE THE TRUTH - Kamikaze lyrics

It’s Ron Deuce the truth fire
Flame in the booth ewww
I been mobbin through the city lights
Living that city life

Ever have dreams whеre dreams feel
Like rеality when somebody
Pull the burner you realize
That your the casualty
Came up the hardaway like Anfernee
Gotta worry about a nigga jackin yo
Shit as if he sampling
The boys in black and yellow like gram bling
Thinkin that they patriots like cam and them
We all banging gangs they just got
The govt and law with them
If we ain’t somewhere ballin above the rim or
Reachin end zones we trap the local zone
Built on truth
You ain’t cut like that then you fallacy
Range day on a Wednesday


New attachments for the accuracy
Back of me my troops we all pushing coupes
Celebrating how we made it so far
Hangin out the roof
Traumatized that’s what the ghetto ah do it
So we take trips to Cancun
To simply better the view
I turn on the news cops
Killin blacks in plain view
I’m ready to mask up hit a donut shop
And let that Thang loose
The brain is off the coupe
We made it we got the juice
They hated we made it through
You want it we left the clues
Spending blues on many trues
The style is dapper looking like escobar
The rapper na kappa only the truth
I’m steady providing proof
I’ll sell water to a whale give
Me a hustle and I boom
Lot of niggas ain’t make it through
Sometimes the shit have me stressed rIP DMX

Kamikaze these streets ain’t
Made for everybody
Lost bodies, funerals, hard to see the body
Lody dody them hammers tucked
Off in the mobby
Watching flicks immitating gangsters we
Think we Gotti envy and jealousy the reason
Many souls flying i just pray when I go
That it’s on good timing
Even when the sun is shining
It’s a cold climate
Kamikaze these streets ain’t
Made for everybody

It’s a celebration
Fulfill the place up with amazement
On a flight from Bel Air
Sippin Bel Air we bought the cases
How should I paint this
This is a preliminary meeting
To a legendary lifestyle
Big business and many flight miles
Millions of dollars and gold
Chains on the Rottweilers
Used to push the impala now we
Driving Beemers and wearing Prada
I’m a product of the streets and scholars
The day we lost lil Larry I swear
To god I wanted to kill somebody
Lost KC he spoke to me you gotta be somebody
Envy and jealousy the #1 reason
Many souls is flying
Nigga got the heart of a lion
This is pressure applied with
Co2 all gas to hustles’ a science
We sold dope
Supply and demand what the fiends buying
Niggas been broke so long
Nigga they jeans tired
Jack rob mack scam whatever mob
See I can do a skit right
Now I’ll still pray to god
Blessed to have a breath
The checks is nothing less
The bank teller see this black fella
I’m back fella the skin color and Locs
Think Ima dope dealer
Like Nip said I ain’t like
You fuckin rap niggas
A BTown nigga loungin and sippin
In a Cabo villa
You take a trip there shit the
White folks even treat you different
Biggie the sky’s the limit
The vision I see it vivid
You see the ring and see the
Drip I’m still big pimpin

I hope before die that I get to live my life
Drive what I want to drive
Sip champagne catch flights
We don came a long way
So far I want to cry sometimes
I just want to live my life
Nigga let me live my life

Kamikaze these streets ain’t
Made for everybody
Lost bodies, funerals, hard to see the body
Lody dody them hammers tucked
Off in the mobby
Watching flicks immitating gangsters we
Think we Gotti envy and jealousy the reason
Many souls flying i just pray when I go
That it’s on good timing
Even when the sun is shining
It’s a cold climate
Kamikaze these streets ain’t
Made for everybody

Kamikaze these streets ain’t
Made for everybody
Lost bodies, funerals, hard to see the body
Lody dody them hammers tucked
Off in the mobby
Watching flicks immitating gangsters we
Think we Gotti envy and jealousy the reason
Many souls flying i just pray when I go
That it’s on good timing
I just pray when I go
That it’s on good timing