Necro - Drug Dealing lyrics
[Necro - Drug Dealing lyrics]
Drug dealers what, what
Hustlers
Psycho+Logical, Necro, Street Villains
Volume 1!
Welcome to my world, where DT's eat feces
Hookers with mustaches 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 walking 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 Alzheimer's
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
Paralyzing 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
Drug dealing
For money, we do deals and illegal shit
Drug dealing weighing shit up on the scales
For crack addicts rippers and potheads
Drug dealing
For money, we do deals and illegal shit
Drug dealing weighing shit up on the scales
For crack addicts rippers and potheads
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 selling stuff to skeezers
Before I saw Jeez for making beats
I sold weed to creeps
How about 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
Telling this kid about grams and how much
And quality and my count sucks
But, you smoked every ounce up
Perpetrating like you a dealer
But you an addict
Smoking every sack before you
Made your money back
I was seventeen, selling green weed
To grown men who'd fiend to
Get dirt inside their spleen
How about the fifty year of twats
That light up by smoking pot
Was no cops, as long as I delivered it hops
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!
Hustlers
Psycho+Logical, Necro, Street Villains
Volume 1!
Welcome to my world, where DT's eat feces
Hookers with mustaches 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 walking 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 Alzheimer's
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
Paralyzing 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
Drug dealing
For money, we do deals and illegal shit
Drug dealing weighing shit up on the scales
For crack addicts rippers and potheads
Drug dealing
For money, we do deals and illegal shit
Drug dealing weighing shit up on the scales
For crack addicts rippers and potheads
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 selling stuff to skeezers
Before I saw Jeez for making beats
I sold weed to creeps
How about 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
Telling this kid about grams and how much
And quality and my count sucks
But, you smoked every ounce up
Perpetrating like you a dealer
But you an addict
Smoking every sack before you
Made your money back
I was seventeen, selling green weed
To grown men who'd fiend to
Get dirt inside their spleen
How about the fifty year of twats
That light up by smoking pot
Was no cops, as long as I delivered it hops
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!