Ace-B - Drug Dealer lyrics

[Intro] I'm black on these streets I'm Nino in these streets I'm Fred Lucas in these streets I'm Pablo in these streets [Pre-Chorus] I'm a, I'm a drug dealer I'm a, I'm a drug dealer Cause you know I got the plug n***a [Verse 1: Master P] (CP3) Chop chop it, n***a, chop it up I'm from the block, where we rock it up I got bad b**hes on my celly n***a I don't f** with snitches, man I just smell them n***as k** a rat, k** a b**h Thousand grams in my cup And a n***a rich b**hes all on me cause my paper right I got k**as riding with me cause I live that life Ain't no studio n***a I'm the real deal Michael Jordan money n***a A quarter bil' But a n***a started right up in the projects Stevie Wonder, I get money with my eyes shut [Chorus: Master P] I'm a, I'm a drug dealer x2 Cause you know I got the plug n***a Who need some d** n***a? I'm a, I'm a drug dealer x2 Cause you know I got the plug n***a I'm a, I'm a drug dealer [Verse 2: Ace B] I ain't never sold no d** But a drug dealer my favorite lick While you out working I'm in ya sh** With two nickel fifths Just waitin' on ya You come inside I'm maimin' on ya Like right now, I be [?] You better give me what I want or I'm coming back No mask, black bag, and a 30 Mac But my closest friends all drug dealers They house in Colebrook with d** n***a Ring ring, that's the plug n***a And we ain't even talkin' 'bout d** n***a He just hit me up to show love n***a Cause I get respect like the plug n***a Ace Bronco f** that, I'm Ace B-47 n***a [Chorus] [Verse 3: Alley Boy] When I first started trapping I was selling nicks [?] Nate Dogg [?] Man the trap too slow, started takin' sh** Man it wouldn't be [?], never did sh** I'm a real H-Town don, and I never borrowed nothin' Walk around [?], Teflon 150-thousand on my left arm Real dope boy sh**, just a lil' somethin' [Bridge: BlaqNmilD] I got a bundle in my sock Cause I'm tryna dodge the cops My Boost burner ringing And I'm tryna catch a pie I got a pocket full of money And I'm 'bout to score an eighth Imma chop it down to twenties And keep the block running [Chorus] [Verse 4: Young Junne] It's a cold world and it ain't winter Cops apply the d** to the drug dealers And them young n***as shooting like Reggie Miller I bet them shots burn like a shot of liquor That's why my circle's small, no way to enter And your best friend could end up your k**er I got a bag of hundreds, all for the strippers And if she shake it right then I'm gonna tip her Streets verified, f** a Twitter n***a Mixing up the work, f** a blender n***a My old head on Forbes list And if he want he could go and buy the Clippers n***a My favorite movie was Scarface Learned to cut my gra** and watch for the snakes And if d** was boxing n***a I'd definitely be in that heavyweight (Junne) [Chorus]