Drug Dealing

Lyrics

[Intro: Necro] Drug dealers What, what Hustlers Psycho+Logical, Necro, Street Villains Volume 1! [Verse 1: Necro] 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 loss is someone's win Wealth consumption, opposite health 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 Alzheims Which means never talk to cops So these fiends can continue to snort the crops 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 can solve So sniff and let the snow dissolve Life is a cipher, I'll let the flow revolve [Hook: Necro] x2 Drug dealing For money, we do deals and illegal shit Drug dealing Weighing shit up on the scales For crack addicts rippers and potheads [Verse 2: Necro] Making dough is the intent For sick men, that stash crack in Bic pens and vic 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 G's 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 old twats That lied about smoking pot Was no cops, as long as I delivered it hops [Outro: Necro] 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!