There's a rumor that an old lady a hiring a hitman to murder A federal prosecuting drug-dealing 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 get slayed Accomplices of mine drop flies But in this everyday a homeboy 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 Most likely a family Informants, rattle-tattle-telling Get shot up, brutalized and in lakes The parts of a body is days later The half was done by an amputator I'm undefeated in plenty My are beaten with many stripes I'll shoot up funerals, firebomb homicides, whatever it takes Just to control of my empire set ya own mother on fire 'Cause when it comes just to me and my money Ain't a fucking thing All those who pose a threat stick them Ya friends, ya family and innocent Get caught in the midst I'm busting of nines But they was in the place, the wrong time Decapitated bodies in lots While I'm still cooking up in pots The kilos becomes bricks and the bricks becomes Then retailed on the I drive around in cars And get women who fuck like stars I get them high, you know, like they nose Then put 'em in the as my high-class hoes I'm wild, living and I'm ruthless I leave muthafuckers I had a worker who stepped on the scene started selling my customers Ivory Soap, counterfeit vials of I stuck 'em to with a thousand thumbtacks You've seen my resume, that's just the I'm a bad muthafucker, just Shaft A character played by who? Roundtree The only difference, my are sound-free ring off then wisp by Then all you hear is a minute cry Of those who triedto control my Not the West Side but the story Police be giving me contact But I smile I'm putting out contracts Now a G-note is placed upon ya You say picture that alright, ya dead
This is the life of a dealer