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Drug Lord Song Lyrics

Chilldrin of Da Ghetto
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Drug Lord [CHORUS]
As a shorty I always wanted to be a drug lord
When I'm naughty I always claimed to be a drug lord

[1st Verse]
Back up in junior high
sipping on some gin with my so-called friends
in the cut just gettin high
I wanted to liss so I passed my dip cause a nigga wanna drive by
B.B.S.S niggas too quick to pull the triggers an never know who to trust
So I gotta put my things and you try to get some wrack
and be a drug lord
Now stackin on my ends
makin little dividends thinkin can I get away
Lookin up to the gang bangers and they can't slang us
but the fella may
Cause I rest in peace cause it not deceased
all over this bullsh*t
I having evil visions killing each nigga with this wheelie
I gotta leave it alone if I wanna get grow
but with lynches on my mind
Invading my privacy
its just a wheeze an you push me to use my nine
Now he's gone an dead an I got the feds to the rolling know my back
Nowhere to run
revenge is a b**ch cause these hoes wanna get me


[2nd Verse]
I smoke up a blunt to let my motherf**king day just ease by
I gotta go to the crib an explain to my mother why I'm gettin high
Its self-explanatory I'm black an I'm under pressure
So come on my nine to feel what the motherf**king test ya
But it ain't no b**ch when its getting angry cause its letting loose
Motherf**kers better run an hide before they die
cause I might be buckin that shoot
The only way you can make it you come an you take it
an ask for real niggas
Like me smokin on the sack of weed
with my hand on the f**kin trigger
Cause fullin our trigger on the bronk arse
nigga just ain't no damn thing
I shooting again to brain
when I what and hang living life in the fast lane
It's hard as hell when you tryin to make you got this jealous arse b**ch
Better watch your back
fo they up their gat
and it leave your sh*t split


[3rd Verse]
Hallucinating homicides
now its time to ride my nigga that just not die
And I'm tryin to understand why the f**k did you let that bullet fire
Nigga left so spank me
in the cut can't even give em no money
Gotta get made comin on up
an now touch stone bone straight stop
Cause a mob didn't wanna pick me up now why gotta go and stick up
Pick up for a lickin hit up f**k dawn when I let my itchy ball
I'm dressed up
now the young roll tall motherf**ker comin up in nine five
An the germs gettin rich
I'm all where to hit turning off game out to survive
Everybody gotta go
took a walk through the do
an' it's just fact that I know
When it should've been me runnin the Chevvy
just tellin em di*k sell out choke
Now you know these niggas tryin to get so god damn hard in this game
Where world the game where my nigga name main
I roll put a choke to the brain

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Song title Artist name
Let it Rain Westside Connection
LB 2000 Techniec f/ Soultre'
Live Life 2 Tha Fullest Memphis Bleek
Thicker Than Blood Fat Joe f/ Terror Squad
The Belly of the Beast The Belly of the Beast Video add Eightball & Big Duke
Thicker Than Water MC Eiht f/ Val
I Don't Wanna Die King Tee
It's Time to Roll  add Childrin of Da Ghetto
King of L.A. King of L.A. Video add CJ Mac
Survival of the Fittest W.C., Dre'sta, Young Shane
Planet Rock 2K Tech N9ne
Wanna be Gangsta  add Comrads f/ Soultre
Me & My Bitches  add MC Eiht f/ Techniec
Half a Million Half a Million Video add Soultre
Flagrant Choclair
Hate Hate Video add CJ Mac
Drug Lord Chilldrin of Da Ghetto
Partners in Crime Partners in Crime Video add Mr. Mike
Do You Wanna Get with This  add Soultre f/ Techniec
Police Rush the Spot Noreaga f/ Maze, Musolini
Gangsta Gangsta Mack 10 f/ Scoop
Flex with You  add M. Jamison f/ Wild Style
Blue Liquid Blue Liquid Video add Beefy
Mashin-N-Smashin Mashin-N-Smashin Video add Boo Kapone & Techniec
U Know  add Gangsta
Freeze MMO (Money Makin Outlaws)

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