And in here is where the heroine boil
And I also got a large pot of cigarette oil, that’s
Embalming fluid, illiterate, are you?
That’s okay, man, I got the medicine for you
I got, I got, I got the amphetemine for you
Got that vitamin D-R-U-G for you, shorty
One window to let the dawn in
‘Cause we hustle in this bitch, midnight to morning
Yeah, we dump in and pump out, out
I showed you this window for you to jump out
You on the backyard lawn where a nigga got the ganja growin’
No cats or dogs, rats or snakes, Sams or Jakes
Around here, it’s all gravy, ham and steak
Mama cookin’ that up, here, have a plate
That’s mama Carter, she’s a basket case
But I make sure her sandwich is a napkins straight
You pick with this picnic and I’m at your face, fucker
I say I’m at your throat, this was Tha Carter, slam the do’, go
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