Genius And Gza Life Of A Drug Dealer Lyrics

Life Of A Drug Dealer Lyrics

There's a rumor that an old lady heard a  

 Kingpin hiring a hitman to murder  

 A federal prosecuting drug-dealing witness  

 But that's how it is in the business  

 And I'm in it, physically gaining power  

 Constantly counting up cash by the hour  

 And it feels good to be paid  

 Regardless of how many victims get slayed  

 Accomplices of mine drop like flies  

 But in this everyday a homeboy dies  

 Whether shot in the body or cyanide in ya Bacardi  

 'Cause it's a cutthroat party  

 Now it's up to me to retaliate  

 And if I score, I'll increase the murder rate  

 I move on ones who double-cross  

 Set them up, now they suffer the loss  

 Of he or she who's ever on the agenda  

 Most likely a family member  

 Informants, rattle-tattle-telling snakes  

 Get shot up, brutalized and thrown in lakes  

 The parts of a body is found days later  

 The other half was done by an amputator  

 I'm undefeated in plenty fights  

 My enemies are beaten with many stripes  

 I'll shoot up funerals, firebomb wakes  

 Vehicular homicides, whatever it takes  

 Just to keep control of my empire  

 I'll set ya own mother on fire  

 'Cause when it comes down just to me and my money  

 Ain't a fucking thing funny  

 All those who pose a threat I'll stick them  

 Ya friends, ya family and innocent victims  

 Get caught in the midst when I'm busting of nines  

 But they was in the wrong place, the wrong time  

 Decapitated bodies found in lots  

 While I'm still cooking up kilos in pots  

 The kilos becomes bricks and the bricks becomes rocks  

 Then retailed on the blocks  

 I drive around in expensive cars  

 And get women who fuck like porno stars  

 I get them high, you know, like powder they nose  

 Then put 'em in the streets as my high-class hoes  

 I'm wild, living foul and I'm ruthless  

 I leave muthafuckers toothless  

 I had a worker who stepped on the scene lively  

 Then started selling my customers Ivory  

 Soap, counterfeit vials of cracks  

 I stuck 'em to death with a thousand thumbtacks  

 You've seen my resume, that's just the half  

 I'm a bad muthafucker, just like Shaft  

 A character played by who? Richard Roundtree  

 The only difference, my guns are sound-free  

 Silencers ring off then wisp by  

 Then all you hear is a last minute cry  

 Of those who triedto control my territory  

 Not the West Side but the Bed-Stuy story  

 Police be giving me eye-to-eye contact  

 But I smile 'cause I'm putting out contracts  

 Now a G-note is placed upon ya head  

 You say picture that alright, bang ya dead  

  

 This is the life of a drug dealer