Pete Rock

"Drug Rap"

[Intro: Smoke DZA]
You doin' wrong by your people, man
Told Trig you should cut his ass
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
Stay on point, hope you cover your hand
I don't question the unknowns, it was all in the plans
n*ggas' morals be f*cked up, they blamin' the Xans
You told on a n*gga who told on a n*gga who told on your mans
Whole lot of finger pointin', bunch of Uncle Sams
Four of you n*ggas and you couldn't cop a 100 grams
My man had to butter, tan
Back in the happy days, back in the varsity, the Richie Cunningham
I hear the gossip, if huddles could kill
I keep it classy, they don't want my rebuttals for real
You know the kid got diamond in reach, palmin' the beat
Break this whole box down, make sure all of us eat
You a sc*mbag, lyin' to your peeps, lyin' to me
Four sealers in the spot, we ain't been shoppin' in weeks
Your pop still a busta, he just cop on the sneak
Reportin' live from the streets, fly as can be

[Chorus: Smoke DZA]
Yeah, thank God for drug rap
Met a new transpo to bring the bud back
Got it covered from all angles
My pet peeve is all singles
Thank God for drug rap
Met a new plug, better number on dub packs
Got it covered from all angles
My pet peeve is all singles

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]
It don't get more official than Benny
Where I'm from, they call you an OG if you lived through your twenties
The trap was slow, me and bro, I had to sit in there with him
Did the dirty work, they came and copped with nickles and pennies
Uh, the plug sent him if you gettin' a fifty
Anything less than that, he only get him the .50
I trapped out the Monte Carlo, had to dip through the city
Now my ego way too big to fit in the Bentley
Tied with the Gs, that's how I kept my rep
I'm gettin' checks, now check, show these n*ggas how to hustle step by step
The price double when it left my steps
My young b*tch too much for me, I f*ck her and gotta catch my breath
And all this Fendi sh*t, F by F
I got it out the mud 'cause every pack that I catch, I stretch
Just 'cause you broke, don't mean you ready for this cake
So bow your head and give thanks for the resi' on the plate, ah

[Chorus: Smoke DZA]
Yeah, thank God for drug rap
Met a new transpo to bring the bud back
Got it covered from all angles
My pet peeve is all singles
Thank God for drug rap
Met a new plug, better number on dub packs
Got it covered from all angles
My pet peeve is all singles

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