Genius-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