Deceive

[Verse 1: The R.O.C.]
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

[Chorus]
Never try to deceive me
Never try to deceive me
Never try to deceive me
Never try to deceive me

[Verse 2: Hektic]
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
My [cousin Max?] has got my back, we leavin' no tracks
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?

[Chorus]
Never try to deceive me
Never try to deceive me
Never try to deceive me
Never try to deceive me

[Verse 3: Mr. Bones]
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