Dealer

[Verse 1: Obie Trice] Nigga, I ain't no rapper Nigga, I'm a trapper E-e-ever since, nigga was invented Came out that [snapper?] Co-co-caine been my stature Bring it back, whip K Acura - (K= Engine type) Oh Lord, so hard, just like a statue Mathematics, nigga, I'm stackin' Whatever you grab, I'm matchin' I'm so for certain, 'bout my precursors Shit's comin' back to a mansion Tha-that work, all a nigga after I rap, still dibble dabble There's only curtains when Obie's certain I ain't dealin' with hastles Bring that bread back to that castle Lay it on the bed, that's what blacks do T-Take a picture, me and my figures Baskin' in my satchel You rap, I'mma combat you put you beneath Nigga no altitude My attitude is absolute Nigga like me comin' after you [Chorus: Obie Trice] This is for my drug dealers Drug dealin', my real life drug dealers Drug dealin', my Columbian drug dealers Sak Pase to my Haitian drug dealers El vato loco to all my Mexico drug dealers Yalla! to my Arabic drug dealers All my killas in the hood who be drug dealers Makin' paper, reach the ceiling, my niggas, uh [Verse 2: Young Buck] My granddaddy got gun charges His grandson got grams though My grandma get a grand for every gram that she transport My kids closet got ammo And I ain't talk about ammo I am talking about shells, ho These no mo, when you sell dope Projects with this pyrex Got nine left in this arm rest He's jumpin' back, I'm bein' honest I got all my young niggas on this I don't believe in carrying no dead weight I'm not takin' care of no grown man Gotta jump in and get yo feet wet Test this shit with your own hands Dopeboy that got no plan So I do shit you don't understand I let my partner meet demand They in it deep like quicksand You still handlin' heron My uncle in there steppin on it He got out the pen for lettin' his friend OD and left him on it DOPEBOY.. [Chorus: Obie Trice] This is for my drug dealers Drug dealin', my real life drug dealers Drug dealin', my Columbian drug dealers Sak Pase to my Haitian drug dealers El vato loco to all my Mexico drug dealers Yalla! to my Arabic drug dealers All my killas in the hood who be drug dealers Makin' paper, reach the ceiling, my niggas, uh [Verse 3: Tone Tone] Money to the ceiling Those racks stacked up like a buildin' My bros make cocaine like a stooter Count so good I could be a tutor I can take you where the plug at I can show you where the love at All this work that we got, where my scrubs at? The eastside where the drugs at How we all through the city with the pounds in the trunk Trying get the work off We don't gotta murder ya'll nigga But we done served y'all And we ain't doing no dance But we make the work twerk Rou-round 3 4 5 6 times Puttin' niggas to the dime Flip a brick at a time Pour the lean, sniff a line See the whip and it's mine Fell off then I got right Took a trip now I'm fine What you know about OT? Gonna book you a hotel Just to make you a wholesale Real G's taking no L's What (?) when you got no M's Real niggas