Songtexte:
Dead City Dealers

same year thats when my thuggin started I was gettin it how I live my moma needed help I was outta control the streets took me under I was on a dead

six figures bout my issue I'm get to split cha, get cha if you in my way I'ma deal wit'cha, muthafucka take a picture I'll wax that ass then tax on my

I resort to violent robbings, my life is hard Can't sleep, cause all the dirt make my heart hurt Put in work, and shed tears for my dead peers Mislead

What have I got to make sure they lit him up good And you can still find me, where (You know we no bullshit) East 99, drug dealers and po-po, yeah that

act, like Lauryn Hill Frankly, it's a rap, no bargain deals I drive a four wheel ride with foreign wheels Throw it up baby it's Brick City, you heard

all the up's and down's in your career A couple wives few kids scattered here And when you dead or broke without a deal All the groupies cleared... The

and gamblers, hustlers, con artists And convicts, killers and dons Drug dealers, playas and pimps, smooth talkers Stick up kids, thugs, real niggas and gods Haunted by every soul that lay dead

edition, rock Christian's The crystalized rock got the big jury dealers on a mission Slick taste of lace, I done smacked New York City The four-fifty

a bitch all pussy no dick Since '86 i been bustin off clips Mashin mad whips, bendin hot chicks Westside them niggas that ride for this shit Fly to new york city