There's a that an old lady heard a Kingpin a hitman to murder A federal prosecuting drug-dealing But how it is in the business And I'm in it, physically gaining Constantly counting up by the hour And it feels good to be of how many victims get slayed Accomplices of drop like flies But in this a homeboy dies shot in the body or cyanide in ya Bacardi 'Cause a cutthroat party Now up to me to retaliate And if I score, I'll increase the murder I on ones who double-cross Set up, now they suffer the loss Of he or she who's on the agenda likely a family member Informants, snakes Get shot up, brutalized and thrown in The of a body is found days later The other half was by an amputator I'm undefeated in fights My enemies are beaten with many I'll shoot up funerals, wakes Vehicular homicides, whatever it Just to keep control of my set ya own mother on fire 'Cause when it comes down just to me and my Ain't a fucking funny All who pose 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 wrong bodies found in lots While I'm still up kilos in pots The becomes bricks and the bricks becomes rocks Then on the blocks I drive in expensive cars 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, living and I'm ruthless I leave toothless I had a worker who stepped on the scene Then started my customers Ivory Soap, counterfeit of cracks I stuck 'em to death with a thumbtacks seen my resume, that's just the half I'm a bad muthafucker, just like A character played by who? Roundtree The difference, my guns are sound-free Silencers ring off wisp by all you hear is a last minute cry Of those who triedto control my Not the West Side but the Bed-Stuy be giving me eye-to-eye contact But I smile 'cause I'm out contracts Now a G-note is placed upon ya You say picture that alright, bang ya
This is the life of a dealer