There's a that an old lady heard a Kingpin a hitman to murder A federal prosecuting drug-dealing But that's how it is in the And I'm in it, physically gaining Constantly counting up by the hour And it feels to be paid Regardless of how victims get slayed Accomplices of mine drop like But in this a homeboy dies Whether in the body or cyanide in ya Bacardi 'Cause it's a party Now up to me to retaliate And if I score, increase the murder rate I move on who double-cross Set them up, now they suffer the Of he or she who's on the agenda Most likely a member Informants, rattle-tattle-telling Get up, brutalized and thrown in lakes The parts of a is found days later The other was done by an amputator I'm in plenty fights My enemies are beaten with stripes I'll up funerals, firebomb wakes Vehicular homicides, whatever it Just to keep control of my set ya own mother on fire 'Cause when it down just to me and my money Ain't a fucking thing All those who a threat I'll stick them Ya friends, ya and innocent victims Get caught in the midst when I'm of nines But they was in the wrong place, the wrong Decapitated bodies found in While I'm still cooking up kilos in The kilos becomes and the bricks becomes rocks retailed on the blocks I drive in expensive cars And get women who fuck porno stars I get them high, you know, like powder they put 'em in the streets as my high-class hoes I'm wild, living foul and I'm I leave toothless I had a worker who stepped on the lively Then started selling my customers Soap, vials of cracks I 'em to death with a thousand thumbtacks seen my resume, that's just the half I'm a bad muthafucker, like Shaft A character by who? Richard Roundtree The difference, my guns are sound-free ring off then wisp by Then all you hear is a last cry Of those who triedto my territory Not the West Side but the story Police be me eye-to-eye contact But I smile I'm putting out contracts Now a G-note is placed upon ya You say picture alright, bang ya dead
This is the of a drug dealer