Lyrics:
Slayed are those who fell victim to the bite
A drug controlled substance, contained in a vial
Set up by the devil as he looks and he smiles
Good
brother, yo, he's at the drug spots
Livin' off that cheap Chinese food
He says he only bumps the people when he's in the mood
Runnin' 'round with his crews
her man name was Pimp Daddy Hustler Stack Money
A big time drug dealer from around the way
Slingin' rocks, makin' G's everyday
He drove a big fat
(Jesus)
Slain are those who fought for what was right
Slayed are those who fell victim to the pipe
A drug controlled substance, contained in a vial
Set
Slayed are those who fell victim to the bite
A drug controlled substance, contained in a vial
Set up by the devil as he looks and he smiles
Good
called box office, baby. It's bigger than the damn Stones.
Tension
Tension
Tension is all that I know
I tension in my health food, tension in my
hoes love you for that money you make
Show me some house-pitality, when we come in you state
Ghetto Government, we strugglin', for food on our plate
Food is disgusting it's what they make shit from
You're vomiting backwards
Get poisoned, get cancer
I want to make a record instead of taking drugs
'ffiliation
Money conversation build a foundation
This ain't no street gang
Bitch this a mafia
Linking up in traffic with a drug trafficker
Mash in the car
high you are"
But I changed up went down a different path
Instead of drugs yo homie I got women stashed
2 door in south of France
Look at my jewels they
the plan made
Nigga got his food ate, patch it up with a Band-Aid
Max mayonnaise, macaroni cheese, and mustard
Your bitches look musty
Shit got me
Realer, realer
Ain't got to be a big drug dealer
I'm on the street like Rita
We run the thing like Julius Cesar
Wheel up, wheel up
Bounce to the beat,
seeing a lot of people hanging around
Who use and sell drugs on a daily basis
For many, for many kids in the ghetto
We're seeing a lot of people hanging
want you to be a criminal,
And they offer you things like drugs, alcohol.
But we know what to do, kids. We just say ‘no'.
If I could be
bugs and drugs - and several other dangers - but I command the dinner shift, - and when depressed - I think the four F's - Friends, Fun, Fast-Food
out the store, nigga (Yeah)
And I'm on the block, you know I'm gang, paper, drugs, extort, nigga (Yeah)
Pull up on my block, the stick gon' poke you
a nigga to the moon
I got the box slappin', jumpin' like a barbecue
I sell that dog food, Skuba keep the Marmaduke
And I'll cuss a nigga out, slick mouth
out Rooster & Ribs
Fast food, junk food, foul, food, chunder
McDonalds, Kentucky, rail line thunder
Tavern drive-in, ya buy the piss
The grog we flog,
talking food, I just fucked two bitches by mistake
But I don't go on dinner dates, bitches come from different ways
Got AKs on the interstate, bust down
some extra, make it how you want it, nigga
I'ma spend my whole label check buyin' Fendi
Dog food, you know that I keep that dog with me
Good gas,
Judging me by my skin color and my blackness
Tryna find a job but ain't nobody call me back yet
Now I gotta sell drugs to put food in my cabinet
You
fuckin' friend Don
Is down at one-twenty precinct right now singing
His fuckin' ass like a fuckin' bird.
Life of a drug dealer
The fuckin' guys is
think about tomorrow 'cause (I'm still hustling)
'Til then, I guess it's just me, you, theses food stamps and cravings
No raisins in the sun, just
[Chorus] x1
I flip a crumb 2 a brick
A brick 2 some rocks
Some rocks 2 a juice
(Now we chopping up them for food)
A chevy 2 a lac
A lac 2 a vet
A vet
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