| Crack heavy on the streets
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| Track memory on the beats
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| Sliding Coco puffs in downtown
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| Belly of the beast
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| Getting work by the brick 'n sell it by the piece
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| I got foot soldiers, I ain’t sweatin' the police
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| I made a killing off crack in the 80's
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| Let me tell you how I did it
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| I got a group of homies that was down with it
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| We started small ops, cuz had a strap by the
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| Got half the with it
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| Hand to hand exchanges with strangers
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| Before gang bangers started taxing street corner hustlers
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| It was less dangerous
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| My scale name price but the money came nameless
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| We took coke and turned it into something more famous
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| Where freebasing keep pluggin', all kinds of sick comin'
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| Gold chains to tape decks, TV to dick suckin'
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| Supply and demand the people meant nothing
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| If it wasn’t me it would have been the next man hustlin'
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| What type of drugs do you do?
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| I probably served you
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| Your daddy and your momma that birthed you
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| On the grind from morning to past curfew
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| In the decade of dope im here to you
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| Whether its a kilo, gram, take a pill or slam
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| You can call me the deala' man
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| I serve the streets cuz' I put the candy in your hand
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| In the decade of dope, I’m your pusha' man
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| Yo I’m a late 70's baby
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| So I was raised in the 80's
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| My favorite phrase is fuck you then pay me
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| I first learned how to lace a J before I weighed 80'
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| Pounds now I drop em' while the starving in Haiti
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| Smoking weed and hashish that’s something real ancient
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| Hashashins used to get high before they would slay
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| Yo these rappers kind of influenced me to start blazin'
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| What I’m saying my then gettin high in the basement
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| I know they used to puff heavy back in the 60's
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| The Who was smoking kush with the Doors at the
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| And I ain’t ill by getting head from Mrs. Lewinski
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| But we live in hell so I smoke to understand the mysteries
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| Indigenous and me, sipping and the tea
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| Eating mushrooms blowing breeze
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| Live in nature with the trees
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| Cyprus Hill got me stoned, made me want to kill a man
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| Reakwon and Ghost Face made me go and sniff some grams
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| What type of drugs do you do?
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| I probably served you
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| Your daddy and your momma that birthed you
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| On the grind from morning to past curfew
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| In the decade of dope im here to you
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| Whether its a kilo, gram, take a pill or slam
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| You can call me the deala' man
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| I serve the streets cuz' I put the candy in your hand
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| In the decade of dope, I’m your pusha' man |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Decade of Dope , by - Sick Jacken. Song from the album Terror Tapes, Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп