There's a rumor that an old heard a Kingpin hiring a hitman to A federal prosecuting drug-dealing But that's how it is in the And I'm in it, gaining power Constantly up cash by the hour And it feels to be paid Regardless of how victims get slayed of mine drop like flies But in this everyday a homeboy Whether shot in the body or in ya Bacardi it's a cutthroat party Now up to me to retaliate And if I score, I'll increase the murder I move on ones who Set them up, now they suffer the Of he or she ever on the agenda Most likely a family Informants, rattle-tattle-telling Get up, brutalized and thrown in lakes The parts of a body is found later The other was done by an amputator I'm undefeated in fights My enemies are with many stripes shoot up funerals, firebomb wakes Vehicular homicides, it takes Just to keep control of my I'll set ya own mother on 'Cause when it comes just to me and my money a fucking thing funny All those who a threat I'll stick them Ya friends, ya family and innocent Get caught in the midst when I'm of nines But they was in the place, the wrong time Decapitated bodies in lots While I'm still up kilos in pots The kilos becomes bricks and the becomes rocks retailed on the blocks I drive around in expensive And get who fuck like porno stars I get them high, you know, powder they nose Then put 'em in the streets as my hoes I'm wild, living foul and I'm I muthafuckers toothless I had a who stepped on the scene lively Then started my customers Ivory Soap, counterfeit of cracks I stuck 'em to death with a thousand seen my resume, that's just the half I'm a bad muthafucker, like Shaft A played by who? Richard Roundtree The difference, my guns are sound-free Silencers off then wisp by Then all you is a last minute cry Of those who control my territory Not the West but the Bed-Stuy story Police be me eye-to-eye contact But I smile 'cause I'm putting out Now a G-note is upon ya head You say picture that alright, ya dead
is the life of a drug dealer