There's a rumor that an old lady heard a    Kingpin hiring a hitman to murder   A federal prosecuting drug-dealing witness   But that's how it is in the business   And I'm in it, physically gaining power   Constantly counting up cash by the hour   And it feels good to be paid   Regardless of how many victims get slayed   Accomplices of mine drop like flies   But in this everyday a homeboy dies   Whether shot in the body or cyanide in ya Bacardi   'Cause it's a cutthroat party   Now it's up to me to retaliate   And if I score, I'll increase the murder rate   I move on ones who double-cross   Set them up, now they suffer the loss   Of he or she who's ever on the agenda   Most likely a family member   Informants, rattle-tattle-telling snakes   Get shot up, brutalized and thrown in lakes   The parts of a body is found days later   The other half was done by an amputator   I'm undefeated in plenty fights   My enemies are beaten with many stripes   I'll shoot up funerals, firebomb wakes   Vehicular homicides, whatever it takes   Just to keep control of my empire   I'll set ya own mother on fire   'Cause when it comes down just to me and my money   Ain't a fucking thing funny   All those who pose a threat I'll stick them   Ya friends, ya family and innocent victims   Get caught in the midst when I'm busting of nines   But they was in the wrong place, the wrong time   Decapitated bodies found in lots   While I'm still cooking up kilos in pots   The kilos becomes bricks and the bricks becomes rocks   Then retailed on the blocks   I drive around in expensive cars   And get women who fuck like porno stars   I get them high, you know, like powder they nose   Then put 'em in the streets as my high-class hoes   I'm wild, living foul and I'm ruthless   I leave muthafuckers toothless   I had a worker who stepped on the scene lively   Then started selling my customers Ivory   Soap, counterfeit vials of cracks   I stuck 'em to death with a thousand thumbtacks   You've seen my resume, that's just the half   I'm a bad muthafucker, just like Shaft   A character played by who? Richard Roundtree   The only difference, my guns are sound-free   Silencers ring off then wisp by   Then all you hear is a last minute cry   Of those who triedto control my territory   Not the West Side but the Bed-Stuy story   Police be giving me eye-to-eye contact   But I smile 'cause I'm putting out contracts   Now a G-note is placed upon ya head   You say picture that alright, bang ya dead      This is the life of a drug dealer