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Life of a drug
Killah hills

on a stake-out so order the food to take out
Chaos outside of Sparks Steak
Maintain the power, I feel the gone sour
Nigga missed a wedding, late a fucking hour
And his man who bought from Tony Starks
While he was contracting jobs in city parks
a loan shark, bitches raise a grand to a finger
In the garment district, got it sewn Singers
Cause all that blasphemy this kid after me
For the heist, in a Burlington factory
Fuck it, he turned state's on my Castro this co-pilot
Who used to drop like stacks of
On this area we label Dead Man's Island
Two miles South from Thailand
Right off the docks, I got luxurious custom made
Burial plots, for my niggas hit with shots
There's no for us to spray up the scene
I use less men, more powerful shit for my
Like my man Muhammad from Afghanistan, grew up in
The runs a neighborhood newsstand
A Middle Eastern, bomb specialist
Initiated, at to be a terrorist
He set in bottles of champagne
And when popped the cork, niggas lost half they brains
this ex-worker, tried to smuggle a half a key
In his left leg, underwent surgery
say his pirate limp gave him away
As the feds rushed him, coming U.S. Customs
Now look whose on the stand singing, a well known soprano
A smash hit from Gravano
Here's the minimum for the hit, two hundred grand
Half time at the game blasting niggas out the
The sharp-shooters hit the prosecutor, judges are
Photographs of they wives taking
Along with briefcase filled with one point five, the bribe
Take it or suicide
First rule, who schemes on the gold in Syria
I want they small ripped from they interior
I got a price for jewels, ship 'em freight cargo
Don't forget to the cream through Wells Fargo
those processing plants for the call of Costa Rica
Four barrels of ether
Two hundred pounds of reefer and fifty immigrants with fake

Life of a drug
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