soul of a coke dealer
Singer:andre nickatina
you copped it from the raw
you gon' be like the ones in sky
and for a sec i was bout to ask why
it's 83' with a street gleam
and young cats is rockin up and gettin' street teams
and motherfuckers that hate me and want me to die
man they can see that i'm broke in my eye
he'd probably front me somethin
and pee wee bought a 69' cutty
that niggaz mackin bitches makin money
cuz i'm a go get her and makin thangs iller
and in my callin' i could see the scrilla
playboy just said coke dealer
you said you caught a case
but besides that the money was pilin' up
you movin' on thru the hood
got you a house no doubt in vallejo
for $700 ounce you gon' drop straight yayo
sometimes i be gettin' mad
yo my mother said don't call
and like paper i was ripped apart
because you know that my mother is my heart
cuz im'a blast first up in the game
cuz these bitches be talkin shit
praise to the double glock
i don't know if i like it or not
i got beef wit the barry brothers
they started hearin' my name up in the game
yeah so here we go round and round
the streets don't make a sound
and thats the mind state for all those niggaz
rats bitin' cheese yeah all those squeelers
till the devil come and get us yeah they all gon' feel us
don't make it hard for coke dealers
i heard you killed a guard
he said nicky man you know the street theory
i can't let the competition near me
i'm so out of control in my life
live by the sword and die by the knife
my mother called to give her best
the police picked up the phone started to laugh
and said he's under arrest
i felt pain in my heart from a thousand whips
i wish i had never learned to bag a zip
you should have seen they face when i payed my bail
it was the look of the devil thats gon' send me to hell
i made a call and i got a plot
cuz when it comes to this lawyer
he wants the money man there ain't no disguise
and these bitches with these cold hearts
man they be tellin' they friends
that i'm a give em' a gang of ends and then
and i could hear the old coke dealers cryin at the cemetary
i'm in the fast lane with no brakes
and when it comes to this money
i need a bakery to cook these cakes
or these bullets gon' rain
cut cut cut me down nicky
the lost soul of a coke dealer
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