[Intro: Deuce Deuce & Blackjack]

Blackjack

Yo

Boiling Point

Alright, man, shh!

[Verse 1: Deuce Deuce]

Incarceration, illegit occupation

Police station is what a nigga's facing

I'm blazing, grazing through bullets

Lookin' down the barrel of a nine

Divider, drinking, thinking

Time, it be clicking

Wanna glorify before I die 'cause its a race against time

Spend my last dime on the most and [?]

Alcohol, yo, it got me bugging

Shrugging my shoulders, older niggas ain't the only ones lugging boulders

The steelo, got a star fucking with some kilos

Half shit running like Pacino, casinos got a nigga gambling

Mind, it be scrambling, niggas they be rambling

While I be handling spark plugs and slugs

Niggas gets no love on the other side

They identified, its a homicide, make your temperature rise

Blood pressure circulating 'cause you know you faking

Caught up in the rhyme that you be perpetrating

Now you gotta walk that talk, can you back it?

Blackjack, show these niggas how to act, kid

[Verse 2: Blackjack]

Ooh, nigga, the heat's on, nigga

So I can't clack, I won't lack

Blackjack on mission, if rolled up, I could face incarceration

No time to change, occupation

Illegal thugging, society says I'm bugging

Sipping the liquor, a nigga must get sicker

Drunk and never fronting, them fake macks only be on something

It's what I'm streaming, still tripped

Rock selling, I fell in while I'm rhyme selling to them fake macks that keep yelling

To the hooker, when a nigga done took her like a game of snooker

Life's a gamble, could a nigga handle a different angle

Like graveyard shifts and money gripping, staggering while I'm tapping Pussy clapping the booty even though she's ugly, can you blame me?

The liquor got me sticking her

[?] will knock a freight train, steaming

In the midst to see the demon, am I dreaming?

What's the meaning for the creeping, I wonder

If I make it through the storm, the thunder

Bad news stacking, niggas packing

Jacking, no respecting, stressing

5-0, a niggas confessing to reduce the sentence

No sense, fake thugging, niggas get rolled up and get done in

Cell block, lock up, time for bed, said sin

My eyes are red, the thunder cracking

Visions of midnight stalking, a Blackjack mission with Deuce Deuce

We keep fishing, crazy intuition on the D.L

Left yourself thugging, no loving, never seen a dove in the city

The concrete, no purity

Oh, God, could you save us?

Could you save us?

Could you save us?

[Outro: Blackjack]

Concrete Mob