You don't do it, you don't chip
Not a line or not a hit
Selling d**h cos you don't care
A buck's a buck you make your share
Dealing d**h cos life is cheap
Your cash is made, you lose no sleep
A junkie's d**h, it's not your fault
His friends should've mixed a crack of salt
It was his choice to take a fall
You do a hit - you make it small
Now that it's gone down this action brings heat
The news is moving out on the street
The cops might know who really supplies
They watch even closer every time that one dies
Their k** is made easy cos you talk on the phone
They're parked in a car across from your home
Your clients look restless and pound on your door
The only thing that's for real is they have to score
For weeks on end the scene is repeated
They'll study your game
Till they've got you defeated
Some junkies owe favors
Repayable to the cops
Those scum'll do anything
Even s** on their co*ks
Hi, this is my friend, his name is jack
I know he's cool, he needs some smack
You know he's wired
And he needs to score
Do you mind if jack comes back
When he needs some more
Now jack is your friend
And he's got a plan
Do one big middle
That's his f**ing scam
He'll get the cash
From his friends on a front
You get the jazz
And the deal is done
And so are you f**brain