Ghetto D

Let me give a shoutout to the D Boys (Drug dealers)

Neighborhood dope man, I mean real ****

That'll make a dollar out of fifteen cents

Ain't got a dime, but'll ride to pay the rent

Professional crack-slinger, I serve fiends

I once went to jail for havin' rocks up in my jeans

But nowadays I be too smart for the task

C-Murder been known to keep the rocks up in a Skittles bag

Waitin' on a kilo, they eight, I'm straight, you dig?

What you need, ten?  Ain't no fuckin' order too big

And makin' crack like this is the song

You won't be gettin' yo money if yo shit be cooked wrong

Overcook your dope, it might come out brown

Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outta town

But fuck that, I'm 'bout to put my soldiers in the game

And tell ya how to make crack from cocaine

One, look for the **** with the whitest snow

Two, no buyin' from no **** that you don't know

Make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be

You get the baking soda, I gots the D

And get the triple beam and measure out yo dope

Mix one gram of soda for every seven grams of coke

And shake it up until it bubble up and get harder

Then sit the tube in some ready-made cold water

Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot

And watch that shit rock and rise to the fuckin' top

And now your cocaine powder is crack

Now hope you're strapped, 'cause you might get jacked

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My phone rang, I picked it up (Need some weight)

What you need? (Silkk, 'bout a couple of cakes)

I had it all in powder, but it ain't no thang

Gimme a couple of hours, I have it all in a caine

Trust nobody but my guns and god, ask Mac and Kane & Abel

You probably catch me choppin' D, choppin' kis up on my mom's table

I got a big order for some coke

I called some hoes up

I want y'all butt naked while you cookin' up my dope

I told y'all we some true Gs

See me and P and C in expeditions with uzis

Breakin' down two kis, baby, that's twenty-four oz a piece

'Cause see, if it ain't about the money, then it ain't about me

Hella mail from sales, hella yayo for scales

Come up short, and I'm jumpin' yo ass like bail

First of all, you gotta have nuts, don't give a fuck

'Cause when I bust, **** duck

'Cause they know if I miss, it ain't by much

Then pick up a Glock that hold 'bout seventeen

A couple dope fiends, some oz, a triple beam

And then a playa hit yo block

And tell the biggest **** to raise up off the spot befo' he get got

And I get rowdy, that's why I acts like this

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****, ****, never let a **** front you no dizzope

Start from the ground, work your way to a kilo

Get some killers on yo team

Keep one up in the chamber

For the jackas and the dope fiends

Fools comin' up short, you better get rowdy

Kick down doors, show muthafuckas that ya 'bout it, 'bout it

Break kis down to oz

Never buy any dope without weighin' it on the triple beam

Fuck soda, use B-12

Keep a stash for the droughts and take other **** clientele

Check the mayonnaise jar for residue

'Cause every fiend you miss want three or two

One, never talk on the phone in ya house

Two, never slang dope out ya baby mama's house

Three, never fuck with snitches

'Cause **** that talk to the police is bitches

Four, keep a low key

And if you movin' weight, treat yo'self to an uzi

The first hit for free (Damn)

But the next time you beep me, you betta have twenty Gs

Five, never pay

Pimp hoes for the pussy, that's the 'Merican way

Clean up ya dirty money to good money

'Cause legal money last longer than drug money

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