Drug Dealer lyrics

[Intro]
I'm black on these streets
I'm Nino in these streets
I'm Fred Lucas in these streets
I'm Pablo in these streets

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm a, I'm a drug dealer
I'm a, I'm a drug dealer
Cause you know I got the plug n*gga

[Verse 1: Master P]
(CP3)
Chop chop it, n*gga, chop it up
I'm from the block, where we rock it up
I got bad b*tches on my celly n*gga
I don't f*ck with snitches, man
I just smell them n*ggas

Kill a rat, kill a b*tch
Thousand grams in my cup
And a n*gga rich
b*tches all on me cause my paper right
I got killas riding with me cause I live that life

Ain't no studio n*gga
I'm the real deal
Michael Jordan money n*gga
A quarter bil'
But a n*gga started right up in the projects
Stevie Wonder, I get money with my eyes shut

[Chorus: Master P]
I'm a, I'm a drug dealer x2
Cause you know I got the plug n*gga
Who need some drugs n*gga?
I'm a, I'm a drug dealer x2
Cause you know I got the plug n*gga
I'm a, I'm a drug dealer

[Verse 2: Ace B]
I ain't never sold no drugs
But a drug dealer my favorite lick
While you out working
I'm in ya sh*t
With two nickel fifths
Just waitin' on ya
You come inside
I'm maimin' on ya
Like right now, I be [?]
You better give me what I want or I'm coming back
No mask, black bag, and a 30 Mac

But my closest friends all drug dealers
They house in Colebrook with drugs n*gga
Ring ring, that's the plug n*gga
And we ain't even talkin' 'bout drugs n*gga
He just hit me up to show love n*gga
Cause I get respect like the plug n*gga

Ace Bronco
f*ck that, I'm Ace B-47 n*gga

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Alley Boy]
When I first started trapping I was selling nicks
[?] Nate Dogg [?]
Man the trap too slow, started takin' sh*t
Man it wouldn't be [?], never did sh*t
I'm a real H-Town don, and I never borrowed nothin'
Walk around [?], Teflon
150-thousand on my left arm
Real dope boy sh*t, just a lil' somethin'

[Bridge: BlaqNmilD]
I got a bundle in my sock
Cause I'm tryna dodge the cops
My Boost burner ringing
And I'm tryna catch a pie
I got a pocket full of money
And I'm 'bout to score an eighth
Imma chop it down to twenties
And keep the block running

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Young Junne]
It's a cold world and it ain't winter
Cops apply the drugs to the drug dealers
And them young n*ggas shooting like Reggie Miller
I bet them shots burn like a shot of liquor
That's why my circle's small, no way to enter
And your best friend could end up your killer
I got a bag of hundreds, all for the strippers
And if she shake it right then I'm gonna tip her

Streets verified, f*ck a Twitter n*gga
Mixing up the work, f*ck a blender n*gga
My old head on Forbes list
And if he want he could go and buy the Clippers n*gga
My favorite movie was Scarface
Learned to cut my grass and watch for the snakes
And if drugs was boxing n*gga
I'd definitely be in that heavyweight
(Junne)

[Chorus]