There's a that an old lady heard a Kingpin hiring a hitman to A federal prosecuting witness But how it is in the business And I'm in it, physically gaining Constantly counting up cash by the And it good to be paid Regardless of how many victims get Accomplices of mine like flies But in everyday a homeboy dies Whether shot in the body or in ya Bacardi it's a cutthroat party Now it's up to me to And if I score, I'll increase the murder I move on who double-cross Set them up, now they the loss Of he or she who's ever on the Most likely a family Informants, rattle-tattle-telling Get up, brutalized and thrown in lakes The parts of a is found days later The other half was by an amputator I'm in plenty fights My enemies are with many stripes I'll shoot up funerals, firebomb homicides, whatever it takes Just to keep control of my I'll set ya own on fire 'Cause when it comes just to me and my money Ain't a fucking funny All those who a threat I'll stick them Ya friends, ya and innocent victims Get caught in the midst when I'm busting of But they was in the wrong place, the time bodies found in lots While I'm still cooking up kilos in The becomes bricks and the bricks becomes rocks Then retailed on the I around in expensive cars And get women who fuck like porno I get them high, you know, like they nose put 'em in the streets as my high-class hoes I'm wild, foul and I'm ruthless I muthafuckers toothless I had a worker who stepped on the lively Then selling my customers Ivory Soap, counterfeit vials of I stuck 'em to death with a thumbtacks You've seen my resume, just the half I'm a bad muthafucker, just Shaft A character by who? Richard Roundtree The only difference, my guns are Silencers off then wisp by Then all you hear is a minute cry Of those who triedto control my Not the West but the Bed-Stuy story Police be me eye-to-eye contact But I 'cause I'm putting out contracts Now a G-note is placed ya head You say picture alright, bang ya dead
This is the life of a dealer