Soul Of A Coke Dealer Lyrics - Andre Nickatina

[Andre Nickatina] 

You say you want it all 

You say forget the law 

And everything you saw, you copped it from the raw 

You gon' be like the ones in sky 

And for a sec I was bout to ask why 

But we was broke 

It's 83' with a street gleam 

And young cats is rockin up and gettin' street teams 

And motherfuckers that hate me and want me to die 

Man they can see that I'm broke in my eye 

I need to do it, I need to talk to Twinky, he'd probably front me somethin 

He made 20 g's, outta straight nothin' 

And Pee Wee bought a 69' cutty 

That niggaz mackin bitches makin money 

That shit ain't funny 

'cause I'm a go get her and makin thangs iller 

It's like a pain killer, but it's much realer 

And in my callin' I could see the scrilla 

Playboy just said coke dealer, man I'ma try 

We had a lunch date, in 1988 

And from your sad face, you said you caught a case 

But besides that the money was pilin' up, business was doin good 

You movin' on thru the hood 

Got you a house no doubt in Vallejo 

For $700 ounce you gon' drop straight yayo 

Niggaz be talkin bad, sometimes I be gettin' mad 

I just gotta gun, yo my mother said don't call 

And like paper I was ripped apart 

Because you know that my mother is my heart 

I feel ashamed, 'cause im'a blast first up in the game 

It ain't a mystery to me, money close at range 

'cause these bitches be talkin shit 

I live by the crucifix 

Because of my pathways, party my last day 

Praise to the double glock 

I've smoken so much pot 

I don't know if I like it or not 

I got beef wit the Barry brothers 

They started hearin' my name up in the game 

And told the undercovers 

Yeah so here we go round and round 

The streets don't make a sound 

Don't they come uptown, nigga we cut em' down 

And thats the mind state for all those niggaz 

Rats bitin' cheese yeah all those squeelers 

Till the devil come and get us yeah they all gon' feel us 

Don't make it hard for coke dealers 

Word life.. 

Ok it's 92', now what you gonna do? 

I heard you killed a guard, in ya fightin squad 

He said Nicky man you know the street theory 

I can't let the competition near me 

I hate em' dearly 

I'm so out of control in my life 

Live by the sword and die by the knife 

My mother called to give her best 

The police picked up the phone started to laugh 

And said he's under arrest 

I felt pain in my heart from a thousand whips 

Man, I wish I had never learned to bag a zip 

You should have seen they face when I payed my bail 

It was the look of the devil thats gon' send me to hell 

I made a call and I got a pot 

'cause when it comes to this lawyer 

He wants the money man there ain't no disguise 

And these bitches with these cold hearts 

Man they be tellin' they friends 

That I'm a give em' a gang of ends and then 

My misery is legendary 

And I could hear the old coke dealers cryin at the cemetary 

I'm in the fast lane with no brakes 

And when it comes to this money 

I need a bakery to cook these cakes 

Man I'm goin to hell 

Or I'm a die in jail 

Or these bullets gon' rain 

And I'm gonna get nailed 

Cut cut cut me down Nicky 

It make me wanna shiver 

The lost soul of a coke dealer