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