Artist: Fiend Album: The Addiction Song: Sell It Typed by: Lil Hustle [Hook] I'ma sell this dope, I'ma get this money I'ma flip this coke, I'ma count all hundreds I'ma sell this dope, I'ma get this money I'ma bang this pistol, and I'ma count all hundreds [Fiend] I got 25 pounds, each tire of the whip Keep the city high if I retire, they gon' be sick Went 25 hours, was cooking entire bricks Started gang affilliated, made a empire bitch If you from the boot where they shoot, for less than a quarter Then you knew hood respect, only went to the ballers Killers dealers, and go getters Bitches like, what they fuck I'ma do with a broke nigga So the coke got cheaper, when you bought it by the boat Had the cluckers rushing through the lines, like Marshall Faulk The diesel had em snorting, or resorting to the needle And watch jealous niggaz, they reporting to the people See my brother taught it all to me, stall and you can ball with me Now I tell them thick bad girls, you can all hit me If I ain't knocking off a K, I'm barely popping off the K All in a day, trying to see another way [Hook] [Fiend] I extort a few niggaz, export a few niggaz But never on stand in court, like you niggaz In and out of town, 59-65 85-95, with the product I'ma ride My girl Keisha, hustle harder than the most Trying to keep the butter on her toes Look into these eyes, many men died trying to kill me In the box, was the only way to feel me I got my corner boys, eating like they never ate befo' I'm a G, they don't make no mo' To hell with gasoline draw's on ya, where the fake gon' go Try to cross me, you ain't even gotta pray no mo' I got the girls in the shake joint, titty booty shaking Get a Q to me final soft, nigga for the baking You can beg all you want, until I recieve a ransom Your life got better eyes, trying to shit inside a Phantom [Hook] [Fiend] I test white till my gums numb, guns full of dum-dums Bring the hundred drum-drum, and they all run Middle of the block locked, who really want some Not much movement, but a lump sum Boy'll get you hooked, like a fish in the pond And the word travel fast, when you only pushing bomb It ain't easy in the city, care forgot Can't take it with shit, then get off the pot I know this lil' nigga, played it raw and got his face shot off Set fire to his place, laughing riding off He fronted with the shake, and sold them boys flour They went to go and bake, and came back in a hour Got a couple hami's on my belt, couple mam's in the brook East coast women, love a down South crook You ain't never seen cars, and these trucks Cause the money like a trick, coming fast as the fuck [Hook]