There's a rumor that an old lady a Kingpin a hitman to murder A prosecuting drug-dealing witness But how it is in the business 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 Accomplices of mine like flies But in everyday a homeboy dies Whether shot in the body or cyanide in ya 'Cause a cutthroat party Now up to me to retaliate And if I score, I'll the murder rate I move on ones who Set them up, now they the loss Of he or she who's ever on the Most likely a member Informants, rattle-tattle-telling Get shot up, and thrown in lakes The of a body is found days later The other half was by an amputator I'm undefeated in fights My are beaten with many stripes I'll shoot up funerals, firebomb homicides, whatever it takes Just to keep control of my set ya own mother on fire 'Cause when it comes down to me and my money Ain't a fucking thing All those who pose a threat I'll stick Ya friends, ya family and innocent Get caught in the midst when I'm of nines But was in the wrong place, the wrong time bodies found in lots While I'm cooking up kilos in pots The becomes bricks and the bricks becomes rocks retailed on the blocks I drive around in expensive And get women who fuck like porno I get them high, you know, powder they nose put 'em in the streets as my high-class hoes I'm wild, foul and I'm ruthless I leave muthafuckers I had a worker who on the scene lively Then started selling my customers Soap, counterfeit of cracks I stuck 'em to death a thousand thumbtacks You've seen my resume, that's the half I'm a bad muthafucker, like Shaft A played by who? Richard Roundtree The difference, my guns are sound-free ring off then wisp by Then all you is a last minute cry Of those who control my territory Not the West Side but the Bed-Stuy Police be giving me eye-to-eye But I 'cause I'm putting out contracts Now a G-note is upon ya head You say picture alright, bang ya dead
is the life of a drug dealer