Lyrics Deuce Deuce - B3ric

If you ain't coming correct, (Woah) you can get lost in the p—
You ain't want to come against me
Really? You tryna talk? You tryna breath?
Listen to the words of the song
Alright it's a raid song, let's bring it
Allow me to bomb first Imma split this in-to two chill
It's a battle Prime MJ versus, Batum and GWill
If I had to choose between P and Stil I got neither
No Vaseline so flammable, I got that Ether
You gotta leave tho you pretty much did
After posting Ready to Ride you pretty much hid
Where'd you go? you two ain't making shit
Not making shit, Ghosts, isolated in a pit
Outdated mutilated, and hard on mute
Your not hard in real life, fake gangsta hype
Not the gangsta types, just a pranksta type
Should've used the time in school while you were ripe
Wasted it, now no one here will care
I replaced you two like socks your just an old pair
While you guys hop on each other's dicks
So I'm going to say bi while I'm getting more clicks
Oh Fuck Fuck, There goes Patton and Stillwell
Is you two still well, there goes the bullet shells
Deuce Deuce, It's time to shoot at the crew
Aim at you motherfuckas, Deuce, Cru
Oh Fuck Fuck, There goes Patton and Stillwell
Is you two still well, there goes the bullet shells
Deuce Deuce, It's time to shoot at the crew
Aim at you motherfuckas, Deuce, Cru
I'm quiet, bet you regret making B3 speak
Bring it on 7 days against me and your still weak
I wanna hear you say something I haven't heard
I've been called it all and I just flip the bird
We need 1 battle to settle the war
Fell off now you can't even try an' settle the score
Cuz it's a blowout by at least 60 points
14 each song you ain't working on any of those
Grown irrelevant no 1 cares about that
No 1 cares if your back, nothin new about that
Those 2 helped me make the spotlight
I stole it back, have 2 get at me 2 remain in sight
Get your lazy asses back up
Hadda be plane don't fly get your attack up
Going out 2 Cali, that was over 2k miles
And 4 what? you have no profit don't even lie
Came with a bang then became clowns
Only a joke only got people saying our towns
You weren't even 8 week rappers 2 weak rappers
Every1 dies, no demon drops just cappers
Do you realize your time thrown away
There's 60 minutes an hour, 24 of those a day
Another 60 seconds per minute, ain't getting that back
Tell your team they ain't getting you guys back
So 100% it's shit and your full
Get back in that steel toed factory life that's dull
Maybe then you'll be useful, quick, do a spin
Look at yourselves, you 2 aren't a 10
Your missing the last piece
That is all because I am the 1 that you need a cease
And I pull a 360 every verse I spit is a reel
Partying against actual lyricism you know the deal
Oh Fuck Fuck, There goes Patton and Stillwell
Is you two still well, there goes the bullet shells
Deuce Deuce, It's time to shoot at the crew
Aim at you motherfuckas, Deuce, Cru
Oh Fuck Fuck, There goes Patton and Stillwell
Is you two still well, there goes the bullet shells
Deuce Deuce, It's time to shoot at the crew
Aim at you motherfuckas, Deuce, Cru
A week for me, is a month to you
Your underground you need to make shit that's new
Master P, Styles P, that's who you want to be
Many are like you, many don't like you so see
B-3, versus these P-ranksters
S-T-I-L ain't no E-V-I-L Gangsters
Stop tryna be something your not, something
Throwing away money in the cash game like no-thing
Your chances are down make an oath
Hard dissing either of you without applying it to both
But I'm teaching these two they aren't a great cru
Like two different Nikes ones red the other blue
Ion't even have a team and I don't need one
3 songs then bums you ain't making for anyone
I'm making it for myself, my messages, and huns
Imma have to, feed my kids, I got two sons
My parents never heard of you
And your parents will remember me
Go tell Ian, his class was shit I haven't forgot
Call up my boy pot, we'll call the final shot
Oh Fuck Fuck, There goes Patton and Stillwell
Is you two still well, there goes the bullet shells
Deuce Deuce, It's time to shoot at the crew
Aim at you motherfuckas, Deuce, Cru
Sending this out to both you muthafuckas Caleb and Patton
Get up off your lazy asses and do some shit,
I know you ain't doing anything
And I know that you ignoring me
So it's time to show ya who the real boss is here
Said it in Shit Talk Shit
You think you so high and mighty with no might
Can't back up any of the shit you say
You say shit that's fake because your ego
I don't say shit thats fake I'm declaring what will happen
You muthafuckas ain't heavy in the game
So fuck all y'all I ain't a fan but an opp
So don't even start that shit
Remember this
Two is better than one, but I'm B3
Hahaha
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