lirik lagu the purist & westside gunn - hall & nash 2
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living the dope dealers dream
prison was sweet my n-ggas ran the whole thing
up in b block i had the knife in my greens
visions of a kilo whipping in my dreams
i let my cooker whip i watch the sh-t expand
sit it on the table, let it dry under the ceiling fan
every 30 grand got us another thousand grams
turned c0ke to oil in the frying pan, the iron blam
i give the workers the package, they push it
move the sh-t just as fast as we cook it
he had a sack so we took it
a hundred thou on with jewels up at booking
fly n-gga had all the c.o. b-tches looking
ayo
we so prolific, we sold them fishes
balmain moto britches
rollies on the wrists-es, we the most consistent
the most exquisite, put my hand on a thousand qurans
versace trunks on at the palms ayo
bet a thousand on red
owe a dollar, you’re dead
i can hollow your head or shoot your momma instead
smoke a blunt of sour soon as i get out of the bed
took my whoa’ to neiman, they just released him outta the feds
you dead
twirling the pot, got the raw c0ke dancing
the work white on white like pope francis
black on black lamb i call that b-tch lupita
plug said he can’t take no losses
i told his -ss me neither
2k for my sneakers
20 for a feature
seen n-ggas make brick money off of f-cking reefer
fed boxes to my ceiling
guy fisher money from the dealings
i pray every day for a mean run (x4)
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