[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***a
[Verse 1: Master P]
(CP3)
Chop chop it, n***a, chop it up
I'm from the block, where we rock it up
I got bad b**hes on my celly n***a
I don't f** with snitches, man
I just smell them n***as
k** a rat, k** a b**h
Thousand grams in my cup
And a n***a rich
b**hes all on me cause my paper right
I got k**as riding with me cause I live that life
Ain't no studio n***a
I'm the real deal
Michael Jordan money n***a
A quarter bil'
But a n***a 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***a
Who need some d** n***a?
I'm a, I'm a drug dealer x2
Cause you know I got the plug n***a
I'm a, I'm a drug dealer
[Verse 2: Ace B]
I ain't never sold no d**
But a drug dealer my favorite lick
While you out working
I'm in ya sh**
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 d** n***a
Ring ring, that's the plug n***a
And we ain't even talkin' 'bout d** n***a
He just hit me up to show love n***a
Cause I get respect like the plug n***a
Ace Bronco
f** that, I'm Ace B-47 n***a
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Alley Boy]
When I first started trapping I was selling nicks
[?] Nate Dogg [?]
Man the trap too slow, started takin' sh**
Man it wouldn't be [?], never did sh**
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**, 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 d** to the drug dealers
And them young n***as 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 k**er
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** a Twitter n***a
Mixing up the work, f** a blender n***a
My old head on Forbes list
And if he want he could go and buy the Clippers n***a
My favorite movie was Scarface
Learned to cut my gra** and watch for the snakes
And if d** was boxing n***a
I'd definitely be in that heavyweight
(Junne)
[Chorus]