There's a rumor an old lady heard a Kingpin hiring a to murder A federal prosecuting drug-dealing But that's how it is in the And I'm in it, physically power counting up cash by the hour And it good to be paid Regardless of how many get slayed Accomplices of mine drop 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 up, now they suffer the loss Of he or she ever on the agenda Most likely a family Informants, snakes 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 plenty My enemies are with many stripes I'll shoot up funerals, firebomb homicides, whatever it takes Just to keep of my empire I'll set ya own on fire 'Cause when it comes down to me and my money Ain't a thing funny All those who a threat I'll stick them Ya friends, ya and innocent victims Get in the midst when I'm busting of nines But they was in the wrong place, the time Decapitated bodies in lots I'm still cooking up kilos in pots The becomes bricks and the bricks becomes rocks Then on the blocks I drive around in expensive And get women who fuck like porno I get them high, you know, like powder nose Then put 'em in the streets as my high-class I'm wild, living and I'm ruthless I leave muthafuckers I had a who stepped on the scene lively started selling my customers Ivory Soap, counterfeit vials of I stuck 'em to with a thousand thumbtacks seen my resume, that's just the half I'm a bad muthafucker, just like A character played by Richard Roundtree The difference, my guns are sound-free ring off then wisp by Then all you hear is a minute cry Of those who control my territory Not the West Side but the story be giving me eye-to-eye contact But I 'cause I'm putting out contracts Now a G-note is upon ya head You say picture that alright, bang ya
This is the life of a dealer