Various Artists - Drug Lord lyrics

[Chorus] As a shorty I always wanted to be a drug lord When I'm naughty I always claimed to be a drug lord [1st Verse] Back up in junior high Sipping on some gin with my so-called friends In the cut just gettin high I wanted to liss so I pa**ed my dip cause a n***a wanna drive by B.B.S.S n***as too quick to pull the triggers an never know who to trust So I gotta put my things and you try to get some wrack And be a drug lord Now stackin on my ends Makin little dividends thinkin can I get away Lookin up to the gang bangers and they can't slang us But the fella may Cause I rest in peace cause it not deceased All over this bullsh** I having evil visions k**ing each n***a with this wheelie I gotta leave it alone if I wanna get grow But with lynches on my mind Invading my privacy Its just a wheeze an you push me to use my nine Now he's gone an dead an I got the feds to the rolling know my back Nowhere to run Revenge is a b**h cause these hoes wanna get me CHORUS [2nd Verse] I smoke up a blunt to let my motherf**ing day just ease by I gotta go to the crib an explain to my mother why I'm gettin high Its self-explanatory I'm black an I'm under pressure So come on my nine to feel what the motherf**ing test ya But it ain't no b**h when its getting angry cause its letting loose Motherf**ers better run an hide before they die Cause I might be buckin that shoot The only way you can make it you come an you take it An ask for real n***as Like me smokin on the sack of weed With my hand on the f**in trigger Cause fullin our trigger on the bronk arse n***a just ain't no damn thing I shooting again to brain When I what and hang living life in the fast lane It's hard as hell when you tryin to make you got this jealous arse b**h Better watch your back Fo they up their gat And it leave your sh** split CHORUS [3rd Verse] Hallucinating homicides Now its time to ride my n***a that just not die And I'm tryin to understand why the f** did you let that bullet fire n***a left so spank me In the cut can't even give em no money Gotta get made comin on up An now touch stone bone straight stop Cause a mob didn't wanna pick me up now why gotta go and stick up Pick up for a lickin hit up f** dawn when I let my itchy ball I'm dressed up Now the young roll tall motherf**er comin up in nine five An the germs gettin rich I'm all where to hit turning off game out to survive Everybody gotta go Took a walk through the do An' it's just fact that I know When it should've been me runnin the Chevvy Just tellin em dick sell out choke Now you know these n***as tryin to get so god damn hard in this game Where world the game where my n***a name main I roll put a choke to the brain CHORUS