Life Lyrics - Singles - Chocolate Genius

There's a rumor that an old lady heard a 

Kingpin hiring a hitman to murder 

A federal prosecuting drug-dealing witness 

But that's how it is in the business 

And I'm in it, physically gaining power 

Constantly counting up cash by the hour 

And it feels good to be paid 

Regardless of how many victims get slayed 

Accomplices of mine drop like flies 

But in this everyday a homeboy dies 

Whether shot in the body or cyanide in ya Bacardi 

'Cause it's a cutthroat party 

Now it's up to me to retaliate 

And if I score, I'll increase the murder rate 

I move on ones who double-cross 

Set them up, now they suffer the loss 

Of he or she who's ever on the agenda 

Most likely a family member 

Informants, rattle-tattle-telling snakes 

Get shot up, brutalized and thrown in lakes 

The parts of a body is found days later 

The other half was done by an amputator 

I'm undefeated in plenty fights 

My enemies are beaten with many stripes 

I'll shoot up funerals, firebomb wakes 

Vehicular homicides, whatever it takes 

Just to keep control of my empire 

I'll set ya own mother on fire 

'Cause when it comes down just to me and my money 

Ain't a fucking thing funny 

All those who pose a threat I'll stick them 

Ya friends, ya family and innocent victims 

Get caught in the midst when I'm busting of nines 

But they was in the wrong place, the wrong time 

Decapitated bodies found in lots 

While I'm still cooking up kilos in pots 

The kilos becomes bricks and the bricks becomes rocks 

Then retailed on the blocks 

I drive around in expensive cars 

And get women who fuck like porno stars 

I get them high, you know, like powder they nose 

Then put 'em in the streets as my high-class hoes 

I'm wild, living foul and I'm ruthless 

I leave muthafuckers toothless 

I had a worker who stepped on the scene lively 

Then started selling my customers Ivory 

Soap, counterfeit vials of cracks 

I stuck 'em to death with a thousand thumbtacks 

You've seen my resume, that's just the half 

I'm a bad muthafucker, just like Shaft 

A character played by who? Richard Roundtree 

The only difference, my guns are sound-free 

Silencers ring off then wisp by 

Then all you hear is a last minute cry 

Of those who triedto control my territory 

Not the West Side but the Bed-Stuy story 

Police be giving me eye-to-eye contact 

But I smile 'cause I'm putting out contracts 

Now a G-note is placed upon ya head 

You say picture that alright, bang ya dead 

This is the life of a drug dealer