Lyrics:
Drive by mezzo tedesco nero
Bevo sprite è viola come un livido
Soldi e droga sono un circolo
Ho le scarpe da pusher Jamil
Mai avute un paio di Asics
Over sex, she barely got raped by 18
Already had two abortions and blamed the ecst'
When the doc said it might be a cause of death
Then she popped
I'd prolly be a reject
I came up by my lonely now I'm a product of that D-Set
Two twelvin' with my homie, he caught a homy of that d-wreck
He said it
crack pusher, man, if need be
Last man to put his hands on my
Chain found himself in a hospital bed
Grеazy nananizle, northeast, southwest
Wholе
tired of getting fucked
By you and you, and you and you...
Priorities prioritized in sickening ways by the capitalist pushers of the world
Tore his chest apart left his heart on the canvas
Now I gots mo' mayo than the rest of the pushers
Rat a tat tat tat came my Tec from the bushes
I
like Molotov's
MC's must be on auto-pilot, waddle silent
Like some platypuses, Del is down with data pushers
With top secret floppy disk and battle
under
Standin' on the front stoop, hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
the trenches with the night riders
And the pack pushers and the white buyers
I'm like Mike Myers with a knife by him
I could bring it to you but the price
hate a pusher, I said I hate a booger
A snotty attitude, she laughed, I purple haze and kushed her
My charm captured her, she havin' man trouble
I'm
guns, homie I got guns
I heard you had some heat too, but not much
I'm the pusher, run 'em like Alaskan huskys
And still smoke the finest, right by
the past
When people said what they meant
And lived life fast
There was a young man who was misled
By another motherfucker, this is what he said
Once upon
on the canvas
Now I gots mo' mayo than the rest of the pushers
Rat a tat tat tat came my Tec from the bushes
I blast with no heart 'cause I'm heartless in
Fate
Peddlers pushers insects
The chants charms
Blow sweat and beer
I've got bones to throw
It's no secret
Secrets aren't bought and sold
stained
Beautiful scenes down by the rope swing we let it play
When I was a youngin' shit I wouldn't wanna trust it
Open discussion done got my brain
music now
I hadda make out the hood
I was fighting through the struggle
While other ppl were living good
Surrounded by the scammers, con artist
And all
and can’t run
Deterred not by shit bricks that way a ton
Rip it down fuck it up just to get it done
Sick of the beat of the current deluge
Slapped by
always a fight
Gotta get high just to survive
Find myself feeling nice by the moonlight on a Sunday night
Ohh
Light on a Sunday night
Ohh
Light
As we spark the carcinogens
Clear when you hear, this is not for the gentlemen
Not for the faint of heart
Not for the middle men
Plug or the pusher
Time to confront all the stigma
You're baffled by my enigma
I cannot fathom conditions
That we the people may witness
Meanwhile I play my position
she a thot, by the way I do favors
Comfortable in my pocket, Tom Brady
I’m the new James Bond, need my broad Tomb Raider
Angelina, bring the beef homie
skate by 5-0
I got this paper in the weight of 5 o's
Got to debate how to space what block holds what
To integrate, make em hate what I throw
Few
in 87 i knew who I was by 89 Yeah
Mr. Sock it to your baby mom
Say she want to sniff it off the dick Oo thats her favorite line Choking in the name
Xanax bars
(I'm slushed out nigga don't blow my high)
Ok I buy it by da zip
And I buy em by the script
Shid i pop em by da script
I'm da bar baby
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