Dealer (feat. Young Buck, Tone Tone) - Obie Trice

Me, I ain’t no rapper

Nigga, I’m a trapper

Eva since nigga was invented

Came out that snapper

Cocaine pin my stature

Bring it back, whip Kane Ackerin

Oh Lord, so hard, just like a statchet

Mathmatics, nigga, I’m stackin'

Whateva you crab, I’m matchin'

I’m soap certain bout my curses

Shit’s comin' back to a mansion

At work call a nigga athen

I rap, still give a dabble

There’s only curtains went over certain

I ain’t dealin' with hustles

Bring that bread back to that castle

Lay it on the bed, that’s what blacks do

Take a picture, me and my figures

Basket in my satchel

You rap, I’mma come back to put you beneath

Nigga no altitude

My attitude is absolute

Nigga like me comin' after you

(Hook)

This is for my drug dealers

Drug dealin', my real life drug dealers

Drug dealin', my Columbian drug dealers

Sarcoase to my Haitian drug dealers

Hovado loco to all my Mahecco drug dealers

Yella, to my Aerobic drug dealers

All my killas in the hood who be drug dealers

Makin' paper, reach the ceiling, my niggas

(2. Young buck)

With my granddaddy got guncharches

His grandson got gramms though

Got grandma get a grand for every gramm that she transporting

My kids cause I got ammo

And I ain’t talk about ammo

I am talking about shelves, hoe

These no more, when you sell dope

Projects with this pyrex

Got nine left with these hombres

He’s jumpin' back, I’m bein' honest

I got all my young niggas on this

I don’t believe in carin no gateway

I’m not takin' care of no grown man

Gotta jump in and get yo feet wet

Test to shoot you’r own hands

Dope-boy 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 handling heorine

My uncle in and steppin on it

He got out the pimp

For lettin hes friend OD and left him on it

DOPEBOY.

(Hook)

This is for my drug dealers

Drug dealin', my real life drug dealers

Drug dealin', my Columbian drug dealers

Sarcoase to my Haitian drug dealers

Hovado loco to all my Mahecco drug dealers

Yella, to my Aerobic drug dealers

All my killas in the hood who be drug dealers

Makin' paper, reach the ceiling, my niggas

(3. Tone tone)

Money to the set

No rax that gub like a build

My dopes make cocaine like score

Count so good i could be a Tone

I can take you where the block at

I can show you where the love at

All this work that we get with-Yeaah!

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— where my scrubs at

The eastside where the drugs at

How we all trough the city with the pounds and the trunk

Trying get the work on

M’gotta murder ya nigga

Bought what u served yall

And we ain’t doing no dance

Booty make the work twerk

Put em niggas to the dime

Flip a brick at a time

Put a loose at the lam

See the whoop in this man

Fell of it like (cadillac?)

Took a trip now im fine

Look, what u know about OT

(crunnerbook?) you a hoetail

Just to make you a hoesell

Real g’s taking no air

Wait till you dry when you got no aires

Feel niggas