[Intro: Male & female police officers]

Suspect was last seen in the rear entrance of the club

10-4, do you have a description?

Uh, yeah, suspect is white male, approximately 5'8"-5'10", medium build, 18 to 20 years, short hair, wearing blue jeans, running shoes, black T-shirt. Copy that?

[Chorus: Deuce]

This is for you fags, when you ride, don't approach me

This is for you fucks, when you die, don't approach me

Go on, run your mouth where you hide, don't approach me

You're looking like a bitch, you're a coward, you ain't shit

[Verse 1: Deuce]

You fuel the fucking flame in my heart, yep, yep

Makaveli's got me evil, so evil, so weak, but so strong

A lady named Sigh's got my secrets, my spirits

And you gon' have to kill her to defeat me

Yeah, give me one, give me two, three, four, five shots

While I'm rolling in the Benz with The Truth, pop-pop

A shotgun in the back, yeah, it's loaded, yeah, it's cocked

Hollywood, throw your hands up, where you at?

I ain't got no fucking ice on my fingers

Just ten broken bones on your throat till you ain't breathing

Yeah, you know where I live, you're a bitch, you got shit

Take your best shot on the west side, I got Nine Lives

Try to see through my eyes? No, you can't, nope

Watch my pearly whites shine while I laugh

You better catch me in the club falling down

Don't need a nine to take your one life

[Chorus: Deuce]

This is for you fags, when you ride, don't approach me

This is for you fucks, when you die, don't approach me

Go on, run your mouth where you hide, don't approach me

You're looking like a bitch, you're a coward, you ain't shit

This is for you fags, when you ride, don't approach me

This is for you fucks, when you die, don't approach me

Go on, run your mouth where you hide, don't approach me

You're looking like a bitch, you're a coward, you ain't shit

[Verse 2: Deuce]

Just remember I ain't stopping for nothing, made it from nothing to something

Feel the bass pop when it's thumping, I see you hiding and running

You know it's Judgement Day, keep on running

You hear my shit when it's bumping and pray to God I ain't coming

I bleed a little bit of me when I speak, I'm speaking to my enemies

Ain't no heroes in this life of mine

Ain't no fucking rhyme that be written how I feel inside

You gon' fucking hear me when I'm speaking, when I'm heated, heated like a nine millimeter

There ain't no fucking pictures here left to paint, homie

Except the portrait of Miss Johnny 3, blow me

I can joke; if you wanna choke, we can go

To the throat, till you're bleeding on your hardwood floor

No matter the place, no matter the time, no matter the race

I'm leaving, you hating me 'cause there ain't no more changing me

I'm the whitest of the white, the rawest of the raw

I'm laughing on the inside screaming "Fuck you all!"

Fox11 better come and change my shit, bitch

So twenty-three attorney generals can suck my dick

While I'm sitting in the back of a white and black Vick

Chained up and I still don't give a shit

[Chorus: Deuce]

This is for you fags, when you ride, don't approach me

This is for you fucks, when you die, don't approach me

Go on, run your mouth where you hide, don't approach me

You're looking like a bitch, you're a coward, you ain't shit

This is for you fags, when you ride, don't approach me

This is for you fucks, when you die, don't approach me

Go on, run your mouth where you hide, don't approach me

You're looking like a bitch, you're a coward, you ain't shit