Drugdealing Lyrics - Necro

NECRO - DRUGDEALING LYRICS 

Drug dealers 

What, what 

Hustlers 

Psychological, Necro, Street Villains 

Volume 1 

Uh 

(Verse 1) 

Welcome to my world where DT's eat faeces 

Hookers with moustaches 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 walkin' a tight rope 

You get cut like coke 

Someone's lust, is someone's win 

Love consumption, opposite hell 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 allzymes 

Which means never talk to cops 

So these fiends can continue to snort the crop 

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 paralysin' your dome often 

When you isn't got enough cream to pay for your own coffin 

You got a problem no one cane solve 

So sniff and let the snow dissolve 

Life is a cipher I'll let the flow revolve 

(Chorus x 2) 

Drug dealing 

For money, we do deals and illegal shit 

Drug dealing 

Weighin' shit up on the scales, for crack addicts rippers and potheads 

(Verse 2) 

Making dough is the intent 

For sick men, that stash crack ?and bit pens, and fit 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 

Sellin' stuff to skeezers 

Before I saw Jeez for makin' beats, I sold weed to creeps 

How 'bout 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 

Tellin' this kid about grams and how much and quality and my count sucks 

But you smoked every ounce up 

Perpetratin' like you a dealer, but you an addict 

Smokin' every sack before you made your money back 

I was seventeen, sellin' green weed 

To grown men who'd fiend to get dirt inside their spleen 

How 'bout the fifty year of twats 

That light up by smoking pot 

Was no cops, as long as I delivered it hops 

(Chorus x 2) 

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!