(Cocaine is America's cup of coffee)



(Standin on the corner, tryin to sell some rock) [x4]



[ VERSE 1: Ron C ]

It was 1-9-8-6

I had the crack in the mix

Makin my propers, gettin paid, stackin a grip

From 20's to bitches, from haps to hoes

On the corner pushin boulders, livin way too bold

My bank roll start gettin hecka big

Then a snitchin rat bitch cold turned me in

Went and bit my lip, got swoll' and shit

Now it's 1995, I be tellin the tip

Some brothers is dyin, some brothers gettin rich

Callin theyself 9-5 crack dealer pimp

Ain't that a trip, that's how I thought, fool

Lookin at these young bucks I see myself, dude

But they don't hear you though

I'm tryin to tell em so

When you're broke as a joke, player, you can sell dope

Puttin your life on the line, you gets no hoe

All because you wanna be the man sellin kilos



(11 tons of Columbian leaves

...ki's of heroine powder turned State's evidence)

(I remember back...when he started

The guys who last in this business

Are the guys would fly straight

Low key, quiet...)



[VERSE 2: Big Al]

Time's movin up, put your man out on the cut

If he bangin, hangin, or tryin to come up

Got that lleyo when he pumps it for the fiends to smoke

Cause he really ain't down with bein broke

He does it on the under, and teach young fools

Don't want the spot hot, player, keep it on the cool

He takes no losses, avoids all snitches

Cause life ain't nothin but money, fuck bitches

And when you cross the gate he never hesitates

He'll hook you up straight, cause he always got weight

Bodyguards watch his back, he watch them too

Cause if they catch him slippin, they'll jump this fool

And though he makes his money from fools gettin high

He's doin what he's doin tryin to get by

Cause a pusher's got a purpose, the pusher's got a plan

He's king of the kilo, but the pusher is a man

...was a damn youngster



(Boo-ya, let me go)

[Ice-T] (Six in the mornin, police at my door)



[Toddy Tee] (...dope dealer, man

You better save some cash while you can

Ridin around in her Mercedes Benz

Smokin cocaine with all her friends)



[VERSE 3: Joe Macc]

I know you know the subject

So all you bustas get checked

Pusherman's a hustler that you gotta respect

He likes nice cars, and lots of guns

Saves 50's, 100's and burns the 1's

He's large, no doubt, that's what it's all about

And when he's high-sidin, can't keep playa out his mouth

Say that dope is his thang, and he does it the best

But at night he tried to sleep, but could not rest

So he centered his life around all that crack

And had two bodyguards watchin his back

Got his crew together and didn't waste no time

Till some sucker-ass nigga straight dropped the dime

And told the feds everything he knew

About the pusherman and his so-called crew

They say what goes up, will take a nose dive

The pusherman didn't make it to see '95



(...80% of them are drug cases, and why?

Cause everybody out there is a crackhead

Doctors, lawyers, housewives

Cocaine is America's cup of coffee)

(You ever seen one drugdealer? They don't exist)

(We're supposed to protect our people, not destroy them)

(Look at his arms, he loves that shit more than he loves us)

(At 10:05 a ki is...

You can't lose money no way

We make 75 million on this deal, right?

75 million...)