Imma drug dealer
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A drug dealer is a nigga that we call a hustla
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To all my hustlas, to all my hustlas X2
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If you, gettin stacks
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My niggas in the trap
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I cant forget my niggas uptown, they sellin crack
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I done bought and sold them bricks
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Broke em down and front my buildin
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I done took them risky trips outta town and made a killin'
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But now we makin millions, tryin to pull me a fourth of george money stacked to the ceilin
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And its still the same rules, money hoes and the jewels
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I see you niggas plottin so Im still packin my tools
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Imma drug dealer
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A drug dealer is a nigga that we call a hustla
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To all my hustlas, to all my hustlas X2
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So uh, when we cookin
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First we shook it
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Let it dry and to the block is where we took it
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Now tell me something (whats that?), who yo boss is?
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Could you tell em we got bricks and what the cost is?
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We got them weight in the flakes, we call it frosted
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When you cook it, the smell will just leave you nauseous
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Cuz you feel us? You want some work and be sure this muthafucka aint no dealaaaaa
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Drug Dealer
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| Jim Jones |
