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