House Of Krazees - Deceive lyrics

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

Never try to deceive me
Never try to deceive me
Never try to deceive me
Never try to deceive me

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

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?

Never try to deceive me
Never try to deceive me
Never try to deceive me
Never try to deceive me

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