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This Song is a Drug Deal (clipping. Remix)Shotty under the seat, windows tinted and upRunners walk in the streets, numbers folded and stuffed Into the bicycle spokes with little men watching the corners Knocks are all walking the beat the living dead, don't need your mourning They need a fix, tell 'em this song is it This is the hours of terror you walk from minutes of bliss This is the shit you don't tell noone you don't want to see cry Cause (No one wants their friends to die) This is a necessary transaction to keep your economy active Activation, demographics, keep all the (?) passing Passing the pistol man, they whistling shots Pick up the juice in the fizzle baby he ain't getting caught Put the freebase away, cause the block got hot (We make the day go pop pop pop) Yeah, we bring the yé, you're cops on cop Bullets gon' spray, the choppers gon' chop This song is a drug deal This song will fuck you up This song will get suckers killed This song don't give a fuck This song is probably your phone Hold in a Styrofoam cup You should play this song if you want to get turnt up Nights with no stars in the city with more cars than spaces Outside clubs where inside suits talk TV sipping ace of spades And you can call it (Shangri-la) As long as all your shades are dark enough you call it (Shangri-la) Keep your veil on where you're married to the streets it's (Shangri-la) Have you seen it (Shangri-la) And when you suck on whats in this it is the closest thing to God Take a walk to the smell of rotting life on the air on a trail of smoke Wrapped in a swisher sweet like dreams are made of these evoke A black Saturn with the top on ragged in the alley way off of seventh street And the beat down low with a shift in park and the glow of the lamplight flickering And a group of men with their clothes on ragged being nonchalant With the ambiance is obviously dagger to the jugular Who want to fuck with the waiting room for the voluntary incremental suicide Is a suicide with suicide with thirty eyes like "who am I" But it look like "who are you" And If you here you look too Like a knock with your life on ragtime bagtime bagpipe hit it, don't stop get it This song is a drug deal This song will fuck you up This song will get suckers killed This song don't give a fuck This song is probably your phone Hold in a styrofoam cup You should play this song if you want to get turnt up Everyday decapitation ordinary pain In the bloodshot windows to the soul where pushers are ordained And turn the dial to the right is the only way you gain Thirty years of turning trickster trees and blaming it on rain (You know there's nothing like the real thing!) So you keep the coke dryest (You know I'm talking 'bout ice queen) This paint job the flyest (Talkin' 'bout you and me baby!) This some shit you should see baby Bitch, this shit ain't free yeah you should bring the money to me You wanna hear cause you're pipe on E And you're skin all itchin' and instead they hitting And they never miss and you miss your mom And you missed your calling because you came up with cloudy piss And your bitch is what, bitch is what? Hold up, who you calling a bitch? UNITS is what we move and may God bless This song is a drug deal This song will fuck you up This song will get suckers killed This song don't give a fuck This song is probably your phone Hold in a styrofoam cup You should play this song if you want to get turnt up (Hey, y'all got two for five, two for five Them motherfuckers got garbage down there, son Hopping over barbed wire fences I had this one bitch, she was so sprung, she used to hold my motherfucking sack Ho!) |