Chilldrin Of Da Ghetto

Chilldrin Of Da Ghetto - Drug Lord lyrics

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As a shorty I always wanted to be a drug lord

When I'm naughty I always claimed to be a drug lord



[1st Verse]

Back up in junior high

sipping on some gin with my so-called friends

in the cut just gettin high

I wanted to liss so I passed my dip cause a nigga wanna drive by

B.B.S.S niggas too quick to pull the triggers an never know who to trust

So I gotta put my things and you try to get some wrack

and be a drug lord

Now stackin on my ends

makin little dividends thinkin can I get away

Lookin up to the gang bangers and they can't slang us

but the fella may

Cause I rest in peace cause it not deceased

all over this bullshit

I having evil visions killing each nigga with this wheelie

I gotta leave it alone if I wanna get grow

but with lynches on my mind

Invading my privacy

its just a wheeze an you push me to use my nine

Now he's gone an dead an I got the feds to the rolling know my back

Nowhere to run

revenge is a bitch cause these hoes wanna get me



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[2nd Verse]

I smoke up a blunt to let my motherfucking day just ease by

I gotta go to the crib an explain to my mother why I'm gettin high

Its self-explanatory I'm black an I'm under pressure

So come on my nine to feel what the motherfucking test ya

But it ain't no bitch when its getting angry cause its letting loose

Motherfuckers better run an hide before they die

cause I might be buckin that shoot

The only way you can make it you come an you take it

an ask for real niggas

Like me smokin on the sack of weed

with my hand on the fuckin trigger

Cause fullin our trigger on the bronk arse

nigga just ain't no damn thing

I shooting again to brain

when I what and hang living life in the fast lane

It's hard as hell when you tryin to make you got this jealous arse bitch

Better watch your back

fo they up their gat

and it leave your shit split



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[3rd Verse]

Hallucinating homicides

now its time to ride my nigga that just not die

And I'm tryin to understand why the fuck did you let that bullet fire

Nigga left so spank me

in the cut can't even give em no money

Gotta get made comin on up

an now touch stone bone straight stop

Cause a mob didn't wanna pick me up now why gotta go and stick up

Pick up for a lickin hit up fuck dawn when I let my itchy ball

I'm dressed up

now the young roll tall motherfucker comin up in nine five

An the germs gettin rich

I'm all where to hit turning off game out to survive

Everybody gotta go

took a walk through the do

an' it's just fact that I know

When it should've been me runnin the Chevvy

just tellin em dick sell out choke

Now you know these niggas tryin to get so god damn hard in this game

Where world the game where my nigga name main

I roll put a choke to the brain



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