Dead or In Jail (Prod. Sylence) - Deuce One

Dead or In Jail (Prod. Sylence) Lyrics

Verse 1:
Deuce, and spell it with a capital One/
And when I'm lackin in funds I'm jackin ya Capital Ones/
Sell it to who wants it for some crack and a gun/
Hit the crack, shit... where you get your happiness from?/
Hit the stores around my area and snatch what I want/
Blast the gun if anyone jacks me or happens to front/
No whip, after packin shit shit in my jacket, I run/
Hailin a cab, or hoppin' on the back of a bus/
Cat's askin me stuff get slapped in the mug/
'Cause unlike other cats drugged I get mad when I'm buzzed/
Start a fight with this faggot that was actin a punk/
Left his face blacker than a photograph of my lungs/
Cops roll in, find my stash and shackle me up/
And this bastards standin bloddy, just laughin it up/
But it's cool, see I'll be back in a month/
T-bonin' him traffic, lockin his ass in the trunk/ Cause....

Chorus:
I'm a rapper (Rapper, Rapper, Rapper, Rapper)
I'ma end up... Dead or in Jail
Verse 2:
While spinnin my thoughts, I saw libertys lost/
Without a dependable cause, I'm suspended but stocked/
With nothin productive to fuck with I tend to get hot/
Create a frenzy with glocks, and many get shot/
Then put kids on the block into a plot quick/
When it stops, I'll start tossin igneous rocks/
Pennies in socks, anything where an injuries caused/
So many get knocked there's more than the clinic can stock/
Yellin' cynical talk, til I hit the end of my drop/
My conscience intends me to stop, I pretend that it's off/
So I'm not sure if what I'm doin's offensive or not/
But I know sirens mean run cause I'm not friendly with cops/
Plus if I get caught I'll get lynched on the spot/
Got a few walls to scale and some fences to hop/
Thought I was free sittin atop the instrument shop/
But they was waitin, so my next stop's the prisoners block/ Cause...
Verse 3:
Enough of the hollow rap.... If I tell a brilliant joke/
Is it my fault if ya'll don't laugh?/
There's 2 sides to every story told/
So don't get mad at Deuce, I ignore the mold/
I just want to get a fortune yo/
And a foreign ho, that talks like a four year old/
I get hated on and ridden, we witness/
These bitches riding deuce like seabiscuit/
I see this shit, so please admit/
That it's more than a joke, can you see the wit?/
It's D-E-U, C-E.... yo/
About to shoot me a CEO/
Bring me coke, D need's coke/
So he can cope with being broke/
Do the math, all I takes for me to reach platinum/
Is every fan to buy 50,000 of my albums/ Cause....
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Lyrics submitted by Jerrod.