Genius - Life Of A Drug Dealer Lyrics
Theres a rumor that an old lady heard aKingpin hiring a hitman to murderA federal prosecuting drug-dealing witnessBut thats how it is in the businessAnd Im in it, physically gaining powerConstantly counting up cash by the hourAnd it feels good to be paidRegardless of how many victims get slayedAccomplices of mine drop like fliesBut in this everyday a homeboy diesWhether shot in the body or cyanide in ya bacardicause its a cutthroat partyNow its up to me to retaliateAnd if I score, Ill increase the murder rateI move on ones who double-crossSet them up, now they suffer the lossOf he or she whos ever on the agendaMost likely a family memberInformants, rattle-tattle-telling snakesGet shot up, brutalized and thrown in lakesThe parts of a body is found days laterThe other half was done by an amputatorIm undefeated in plenty fightsMy enemies are beaten with many stripesIll shoot up funerals, firebomb wakesVehicular homicides, whatever it takesJust to keep control of my empireIll set ya own mother on firecause when it comes down just to me and my moneyAint a *****ing thing funnyAll those who pose a threat Ill stick themYa friends, ya family and innocent victimsGet caught in the midst when Im busting of ninesBut they was in the wrong place, the wrong timeDecapitated bodies found in lotsWhile Im still cooking up kilos in potsThe kilos becomes bricks and the bricks becomes rocksThen retailed on the blocksI drive around in expensive carsAnd get women who ***** like porno starsI get them high, you know, like powder they noseThen put em in the streets as my high-class hoesIm wild, living foul and Im ruthlessI leave mutha*****ers toothlessI had a worker who stepped on the scene livelyThen started selling my customers ivorySoap, counterfeit vials of cracksI stuck em to death with a thousand thumbtacksYouve seen my resume, thats just the halfIm a bad mutha*****er, just like shaftA character played by who? richard roundtreeThe only difference, my guns are sound-freeSilencers ring off then wisp byThen all you hear is a last minute cryOf those who triedto control my territoryNot the west side but the bed-stuy storyPolice be giving me eye-to-eye contactBut I smile cause Im putting out contractsNow a g-note is placed upon ya headYou say picture that alright, bang ya deadThis is the life of a drug dealer
