Selling Dope

[Verse 1: Yowda] Food service, water whippin' Metric units, small division Two stoves, one kitchen Three microwaves, ceramic dishes Sellin' dope, that's the family business My uncle Leon, he be the family chemist Nigga where you at, I can send it C.O.D., need my cash soon as you get it It's so exquisite, I mean the cars and bitches End your existence, these niggas with me killers I'm shining on 'em, boy it's hard to miss it I'm from Vegas, you get money you should come and visit [Chorus: Yowda] Pushing work, gang relations Sippin' Hi-Tech, low on patience Smoking weed, popping pills, we heavy medicated Fuck the feds, my plug ducking immigration Pushing work, gang relations Sippin' Hi-Tech, low on patience Smoking weed, popping pills, we heavy medicated Fuck the feds, my plug ducking immigration [Verse 2: Mozzy] It's Hell Gang, Life of Hell, it ain't no other gang You know I had to run the check up for a hundred days At home been callin', I'm just making sure my mother straight You know I'm callin' home to make sure my lil brother straight A hundred K inside the safe, I be like fuck a bank This dirty money pay the realest nigga fuck you think If you's a real one you relate to all this gangster shit At thirty-eight it get you spanked, my niggas play with sticks Them Pebble Beach niggas be bangin' on some brazy shit I'm with the scuba dude ain't shootin' like you say he is It's teddy bears and candlelights when we be taking trips You talkin' like you quaking shit but you ain't make the trip [Chorus: Yowda] Pushing work, gang relations Sippin' Hi-Tech, low on patience Smoking weed, popping pills, we heavy medicated Fuck the feds, my plug ducking immigration Pushing work, gang relations Sippin' Hi-Tech, low on patience Smoking weed, popping pills, we heavy medicated Fuck the feds, my plug ducking immigration [Verse 3: Gunplay] Cop a top, shoppin' out the clip Do me bogus, I cannot forgive I'm a crown holder, only chip My core connect and killers know me still Havin' feels, that's my only fear Cocaine, that's a sugar hill Uh, D-boy fresh, three Corvettes G4 jets, go peace on jets Don Logan slogan, count it with my arms folded Man the work was gettin' lonely, kept it company with soda If the money ain't the motive nigga you don't need to know them If the paper ain't proper, got a chopper I could show them, lam lam [Chorus: Yowda] Pushing work, gang relations Sippin' Hi-Tech, low on patience Smoking weed, popping pills, we heavy medicated Fuck the feds, my plug ducking immigration Pushing work, gang relations Sippin' Hi-Tech, low on patience Smoking weed, popping pills, we heavy medicated Fuck the feds, my plug ducking immigration