Lyrics

(Standin on the corner, tryin to sell some rock) It was 1-9-8-6 I had the crack in the mix Makin my propers, gettin paid, stackin a grip From 20's to bitches, from haps to hoes On the corner pushin boulders, livin way too bold My bank roll start gettin hecka big Then a snitchin rat bitch cold turned me in Went and bit my lip, got swoll' and shit Now it's 1995, I be tellin the tip Some brothers is dyin, some brothers gettin rich Callin theyself 9-5 crack dealer pimp Ain't that a trip, that's how I thought, fool Lookin at these young bucks I see myself, dude But they don't hear you though I'm tryin to tell em so When you're broke as a joke, player, you can sell dope Puttin your life on the line, you gets no hoe All because you want to be the man sellin kilos (11 tons of Columbian leaves ...ki's of heroine powder turned State's evidence) (I remember back... when he started The guys who last in this business Are the guys would fly straight Low key, quiet...) Time's movin up, put your man out on the cut If he bangin, hangin, or tryin to come up Got that lleyo when he pumps it for the fiends to smoke Cause he really ain't down with bein broke He does it on the under, and teach young fools Don't want the spot hot, player, keep it on the cool He takes no losses, avoids all snitches Cause life ain't nothin but money, fuck bitches And when you cross the gate he never hesitates He'll hook you up straight, cause he always got weight Bodyguards watch his back, he watch them too Cause if they catch him slippin, they'll jump this fool And though he makes his money from fools gettin high He's doin what he's doin tryin to get by Cause a pusher's got a purpose, the pusher's got a plan He's king of the kilo, but the pusher is a man ...was a damn youngster (Boo-ya, let me go) (Six in the mornin, police at my door) --> Ice-T (...dope dealer, man You better save some cash while you can Ridin around in her Mercedes Benz Smokin cocaine with all her friends) --> Toddy Tee I know you know the subject So all you bustas get checked Pusherman's a hustler that you gotta respect He likes nice cars, and lots of guns Saves 50's, 100's and burns the 1's He's large, no doubt, that's what it's all about And when he's high-sidin, can't keep playa out his mouth Say that dope is his thang, and he does it the best But at night he tried to sleep, but could not rest So he centered his life around all that crack And had two bodyguards watchin his back Got his crew together and didn't waste no time Till some sucker-ass nigga straight dropped the dime And told the feds everything he knew About the pusherman and his so-called crew They say what goes up, will take a nose dive The pusherman didn't make it to see '95 (...80% of them are drug cases, and why? Cause everybody out there is a crackhead Doctors, lawyers, housewives Cocaine is America's cup of coffee) (You ever seen one drugdealer? They don't exist) (We're supposed to protect our people, not destroy them) (Look at his arms, he loves that shit more than he loves us) (At 10: 05 a ki is... You can't lose money no way We make 75 million on this deal, right? 75 million...)
Writer(s): Azim Lawrence Jr. Rashid, Don Anthony Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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