Yeah, talk about a drug thing
Now kids can't play outside no more
Cause it's a battlefield
for drug war
Everybody wanna be a drug cartel
A Tony Montana or a O .K. Corrupt
Kidding little ones to make a couple ones
With the dope that you're
selling
and nobody's telling
So the crime rate goes up sky high
So high the politicians getting sly
You either do it, sell it,
or stay away from it
But once you see the big deals comin',
you won't care no more
Because you want more, bad -ass
the junkies beatin' down your door
Addicted to, of what they givin' you
And what you're givin'
them is full of stems
Not bad at what you're makin'
a day's worth
Couple G's till someone gets hurt
Then you wanna be a lethal weapon,
steppin', wreckin'
It's like Dennis Peck peckin'
But you're only as strong
from the pool you bring
Talk about a drug thing
Now you're running,
dashing to the corner
To get some more of that
smack from your man
Ten for one, twenty for two
Don't have no money
so you offer your shoes
To the man with the two -tone Benz
Across the street, sitting with his friends
He says, what you need, what you want
You got blunts so you ask for fronts
He got pissed, yo, then he slapped ya
Beat you in your head with your dark side
Not thinkin', a piper gets swifter
than the next man
When they chasin' that thang
So you send your sister for the next move
To the big whore you're givin' sex to
For the night, he says, bet
Peace to everybody,
I'm goin' off set
Cruisin' to an abandoned building
Holes in the ceiling, butt -naked children
And you're in like Flynn,
not knowin' what it is
Got a bunch of junkies
blottin' monkey beds
So you open the door
Got beat down till you couldn't no more
Seen the whore that you met from before
Took everything from your
car to your drawers
And the drugs sang
Here comes the customer for some drugs
Then he gets swept right under the rug
He got gagged, just been had
Got no dough or dope and he's mad
All of a sudden more brothers step up
He tried to talk but was interrupted
Fired right to the jaw
while the door was open wide
Rushed his ass and took his ride
Cruisin' down Northside
with homies caught
Talk about livin' life, bein' hard
Now all he wants to do is get away
And bust some paybacks
some other day
But when the day came,
the boy came back
Strapped through towards the corner,
hope he feel attacked
No sweat, he's a Northside villain
Think this victim clipped
up and steal then
Struck a pose, ready for a swift move
But the brother was too quick for do
So he sprayed, the brother pulled AK,
gave him a test, a real face to improve
Straight hit him right on aim,
to the gas tank, lit up in flames
Headline, drug boys put away,
in the brutal murder of an undercover DA
This is a drug thing going on out there
I'll see next you