NECRO – DRUGDEALING LYRICS      Drug dealers   What, what   Hustlers   Psychological, Necro, Street Villains   Volume 1   Uh      (Verse 1)   Welcome to my world where DT's eat faeces   Hookers with moustaches will suck your cock for a free piece   If you're broke, you decease to jerk   So you gots to lurk through the streets, do some of the devil's work, then murk   It feels good son, it's great to scheme   It's all dirty money so wash your hands after you calculate the cream   Peep me if you like smoke   You wanna fight loc?   You walkin' a tight rope   You get cut like coke   Someone's lust, is someone's win   Love consumption, opposite hell production, self destruction   Brain cell abduction   Vein corruption   Cocaine production   Your brain gets sucked in   Keep your stash tucked in the balls at all times   And when pigs ask you about me, yo you better catch allzymes   Which means never talk to cops   So these fiends can continue to snort the crop   But yo we gotta make cream, so yo we water crops   Down with vitamins, and all sorts of slop   But don't tell nobody!   Ripper you got a fetish for paralysin' your dome often   When you isn't got enough cream to pay for your own coffin   You got a problem no one cane solve   So sniff and let the snow dissolve   Life is a cipher I'll let the flow revolve      (Chorus x 2)   Drug dealing   For money, we do deals and illegal shit   Drug dealing   Weighin' shit up on the scales, for crack addicts rippers and potheads      (Verse 2)   Making dough is the intent   For sick men, that stash crack ?and bit pens, and fit gems?   Are you a victim?   Today's deal, sell some blow, eat a gourmet meal and stay real   Nobody will be able to find your bones   My business feeds your business, so mind your own   Sellin' stuff to skeezers   Before I saw Jeez for makin' beats, I sold weed to creeps   How 'bout that girl Annette, from Brooklyn   She had pimples on her ass and mad problems   I sold her grass   They all got ripped off, even the hard rocks   I sweared they were trife, but never saw a scale in their life   Tellin' this kid about grams and how much and quality and my count sucks   But you smoked every ounce up   Perpetratin' like you a dealer, but you an addict   Smokin' every sack before you made your money back   I was seventeen, sellin' green weed   To grown men who'd fiend to get dirt inside their spleen   How 'bout the fifty year of twats   That light up by smoking pot   Was no cops, as long as I delivered it hops      (Chorus x 2)      Drug music   Brand new Necro, exclusive   Pick up brutality part one, September   It's a bundle of crack   And you'll smoke it   You bitch!