You Don't Know (Truth Feat Deuce) Songtext
von Deuce

Deuce, I think I see dead people
Yeah, Nine Lives
It′s 187

I gon' take it to the grave
I gon′ run this rap game
I gon' make you feel the pain
It's hip-hop and it ain′t gon′ be the same
I gon' take it to the grave
I gon′ run this rap game
I gon' make you feel the pain
It′s hip-hop and it ain't gon′ be the same


Black Chucks, black gloves, stolen with different plates
I'm the bomb like an ace, blowin' up in your face
Blowin′ on that fuckin′ haze, none of this is new to me
Nine Lives, motherfucker, been 'bout that jewelry
All day at the range, workin′ on my game
Far from a fuckin' lame, back seat, gettin′ brain
My screws ain't loose, homie, listen, they missin′
The clock's steady tickin', windin′ while I′m grindin'
Kinda cloudy in the Audi, sittin′ on some new wheels
Got a bottle of that bottle of prescribed pills
Poundin' on that brown liquor, tryin′ not to lose it
I ain't the type to flash the pistol unless I′ma use it
48 Laws of Power brushin' through my memory
All this hate around me, givin' me the energy
I don′t sleep, I take naps, money bring power
Gotta get this dough and I ain′t talking 'bout the flour

I gon′ take it to the grave
I gon' run this rap game
I gon′ make you feel the pain
It's hip-hop and it ain′t gon' be the same
I gon' take it to the grave
I gon′ run this rap game
I gon′ make you feel the pain
It's hip-hop and it ain′t gon' be the same


If you see me in traffic, maybe we can smoke a blunt
While Malcolm′s in the middle, you can catch me in the front
You can learn a thing or two, I'm givin′ out lessons
The Truth, motherfucker, got answers to questions
Same year my father died, my choices was limited
Don't try to put my sneakers on unless you can fit in 'em
Runnin′ out of options, there ain′t nothing I could ask for
You ain't flyin′ 'til you got stamps in your passport
I ain′t no photographer, you'll never catch me flash
I′m playin' on Jason without the motherfuckin' mask
Real funny how these squeakers suckin′ on that glass dick
Ain′t nobody faithful, bitch, black chalk, paperclips
Keep diggin', little hamster punk bitch rat cats
But speak when you′re spoken to, maybe I might answer
I drive-by and quiet down all the fuckin' noise
Respect your elders ′cause I ain't playin′ with you boy

I gon' take it to the grave
I gon' run this rap game
I gon′ make you feel the pain
It′s hip-hop and it ain't gon′ be the same
I gon' take it to the grave
I gon′ run this rap game
I gon' make you feel the pain
It′s hip-hop and it ain't gon' be the same

All my life, been alone, I don′t need no damn help
Shadowboxing while they talkin′ all about my damn wealth
California king, kush grow, and ride this fuckin' dick
Money in the Swiss bank, jewels in a fish tank
Got a problem with me? I′ma shoot it through your fucking polo
I'm a bird, call me Dodo, I′ma paint the perfect photo
I'ma keep it Desert Eagle while I′m creepin' through the night
Cops come around, I'ma shake ′em like I′m shooting dice
Trunks stay open, like a snake, watch it rattle
I'm too much to handle, go to church, burn a candle
Must be lacking little milk, the way these kids cryin′
I can see it through their teeth, the way these kids lyin'
The Truth got night-vision, all he sees is fuckin′ green
As shit pop off, I ain't the type to cause a scene
I fucked her in the back room, black hair, red crew
Came and turned Hollywood into Cancún, yeah

I gon′ take it to the grave
I gon' run this rap game
I gon' make you feel the pain
It′s hip-hop and it ain′t gon' be the same
I gon′ take it to the grave
I gon' run this rap game
I gon′ make you feel the pain
It's hip-hop and it ain′t gon' be the same