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Necro - Drugdealing lyrics
NECRO – DRUGDEALING LYRICS Drug dealers What, what Hustlers Psychological, Necro, Street Villains Volume 1 Uh (Verse 1) Welcome to my world where DT's eat faeces Hookers with moustaches will suck your cock for a free piece If you're broke, you decease to jerk So you gots to lurk through the streets, do some of the devil's work, then murk It feels good son, it's great to scheme It's all dirty money so wash your hands after you calculate the cream Peep me if you like smoke You wanna fight loc? You walkin' a tight rope You get cut like coke Someone's lust, is someone's win Love consumption, opposite hell production, self destruction Brain cell abduction Vein corruption Cocaine production Your brain gets sucked in Keep your stash tucked in the balls at all times And when pigs ask you about me, yo you better catch allzymes Which means never talk to cops So these fiends can continue to snort the crop But yo we gotta make cream, so yo we water crops Down with vitamins, and all sorts of slop But don't tell nobody! Ripper you got a fetish for paralysin' your dome often When you isn't got enough cream to pay for your own coffin You got a problem no one cane solve So sniff and let the snow dissolve Life is a cipher I'll let the flow revolve (Chorus x 2) Drug dealing For money, we do deals and illegal shit Drug dealing Weighin' shit up on the scales, for crack addicts rippers and potheads (Verse 2) Making dough is the intent For sick men, that stash crack ?and bit pens, and fit gems? Are you a victim? Today's deal, sell some blow, eat a gourmet meal and stay real Nobody will be able to find your bones My business feeds your business, so mind your own Sellin' stuff to skeezers Before I saw Jeez for makin' beats, I sold weed to creeps How 'bout that girl Annette, from Brooklyn She had pimples on her ass and mad problems I sold her grass They all got ripped off, even the hard rocks I sweared they were trife, but never saw a scale in their life Tellin' this kid about grams and how much and quality and my count sucks But you smoked every ounce up Perpetratin' like you a dealer, but you an addict Smokin' every sack before you made your money back I was seventeen, sellin' green weed To grown men who'd fiend to get dirt inside their spleen How 'bout the fifty year of twats That light up by smoking pot Was no cops, as long as I delivered it hops (Chorus x 2) Drug music Brand new Necro, exclusive Pick up brutality part one, September It's a bundle of crack And you'll smoke it You bitch! |
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