There's a rumor an old lady heard a Kingpin hiring a to murder A federal prosecuting witness But that's how it is in the And I'm in it, physically gaining counting up cash by the hour And it feels good to be Regardless of how many victims get of mine drop like flies But in this everyday a homeboy shot in the body or cyanide in ya Bacardi 'Cause it's a party Now it's up to me to And if I score, I'll the murder rate I move on ones who Set them up, now suffer the loss Of he or she who's ever on the Most a family member Informants, rattle-tattle-telling Get shot up, brutalized and thrown in The parts of a body is found later The other half was by an amputator I'm undefeated in fights My enemies are with many stripes I'll up funerals, firebomb wakes homicides, whatever it takes Just to keep of my empire set ya own mother on fire 'Cause when it down just to me and my money Ain't a fucking funny All those who pose a I'll stick them Ya friends, ya and innocent victims Get in the midst when I'm busting of nines But was in the wrong place, the wrong time Decapitated found in lots While I'm cooking up kilos in pots The becomes bricks and the bricks becomes rocks Then on the blocks I around in expensive cars And get women who fuck porno stars I get them high, you know, like powder nose Then put 'em in the as my high-class hoes I'm wild, foul and I'm ruthless I leave muthafuckers I had a worker who stepped on the scene Then selling my customers Ivory Soap, counterfeit of cracks I 'em to death with a thousand thumbtacks You've my resume, that's just the half I'm a bad muthafucker, just like A character played by Richard Roundtree The difference, my guns are sound-free Silencers off then wisp by Then all you hear is a last cry Of those who triedto my territory Not the West Side but the Bed-Stuy Police be me eye-to-eye contact But I smile I'm putting out contracts Now a is placed upon ya head You say picture that alright, bang ya
is the life of a drug dealer