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AZ - Az Az Lyrics

No need for Lactose's, pure straight out Bolivia Peru, uncut baby, what?
We don't need any added substances in our drugs, our cocaine is pure and straight from places like Bolivia and Peru.

Life is a struggle, that's why niggas I know stay on the juggle Some hustle to double, others hug you to mug you Poverty-stricken, they even turn a church kid into stickin It seems sickenin, but what? Whatever makes the pockets thickin
Life is hard, that's why people I know resort to drug dealing to make money. Some make an honest living, while others rob and steal. It's sad that some people have to turn to crime to survive, but as long as it makes them money, they will continue doing it.

Fuck police and no remorse for the beasts That's lost on the streets, that pistol whip a priest for a crosspiece I'm lost chief, runnin through strips, thinkin of top dealers Fillin Tek clips, wit 'cop killers' that could stop gorillas Shovin a stubnose in buttholes, I'm nutso Skitzo, clepto, killin shit up throughout the metro
We have no respect for the police, and we have no sympathy for those who prey on us in the streets. We'll even resort to violence against the church, using guns that can kill even the strongest of men. We're running around trying to find the best drug dealers, arming ourselves with weapons that can even stop a gorilla. We're so crazy, stealing things whenever we can and wreaking havoc throughout the city.

My thug essence will always keep me plugged with drug investments Sketch my reference, takin papers considered preference And violations will lead to kidnappin, decapitation So what you're facin, is realism that's in activation
My identity as a gangster will always keep me connected to the drug world. I'll do whatever it takes to get money, even if it means taking valuable papers from people. And if you cross me or violate my rules, you'll face serious consequences like kidnapping or decapitation. The reality is, this is how I make money and how I survive.

Livin off land with five honeys playin my hand Me and fam, sippin off Guinness stout and eatin clams It's all part of plans, a vet chillin in Tamps, West and Stans Outta state connect, slugs, sex, drugs and grands
Living off the land with five women taking care of me, my family and I spend our days drinking beer and eating seafood. This is all part of our plan to enjoy life as a veteran gangster living in places like Tampa and on the West Coast. We have connections out of state, selling drugs and making tons of money.

This is as, pure as opium, purified for street players to open em Space, like three els laced with coke in em Shots awoken em, fake uniform takes the portion of Six trips, to young clips and killers coachin em However though, fake ass niggas'll never know Cos my method's perfected, I'm movin sceptic and never show I'm soon to blow, stack doe, lay on the low While I'm sippin Cristal, I mess with Long Island and Moe A part of nature, me wan' acres in Jamaica Puffin exotic trees without seeds rolled up in leaf paper So exhale, cos if I don't live to tell Then fuck it, farewell, I'll see the rest of y'all niggas in hell
Our cocaine is just as pure as opium, made perfect for those who want to sell on the streets. It's so strong that it feels like there are three L's (blunts) mixed with cocaine. One dose is enough to awaken someone, and we train young kids to sell drugs and even kill for us. But no one will ever know our methods because they're so well perfected. I'm about to make a lot of money while staying low key, sipping high-end drinks like Cristal and messing with drugs like Long Island and Moe. I want to buy acres of land in Jamaica and smoke exotic weed without seeds rolled up in leaf paper. So go ahead and exhale, because if I don't make it out alive, I'll just say goodbye to you all and see the rest of you in hell.

So all my good fellas, heroin, coke and weed sellers What the fuck cats can't tell us if they ain't got bread to bail us? Happy to survive, I haven't seen it all, Peter pay Paul From the connivers to the livest, they crack fool It's all war, the streets are filled up with guns galore Plenty young for war, gettin their minds flunked and sore Yo dun, cock the 4 Motherfuckers think we're playin, back em down Holdin niggas for hostages, what? What?
To all my fellow drug dealers selling heroin, cocaine, and weed, you can't tell us anything if you don't have any money to bail us out of trouble. We're happy just to survive and stay afloat, but we've seen some crazy things like people scheming and fighting to become the top dealer. It's all out war in the streets with guns everywhere, and young kids getting involved in drugs and violence. We're not playing around, we'll hold people hostage and won't hesitate to use our guns if necessary.

What? For my hype niggas (Uncut) Trife niggas (Raw), 25-to-life niggas
What? This is for all of my wild and bold gangsters who are in it for life, selling and using uncut and raw drugs.

What? For my hype niggas (Uncut) Trife niggas (Raw), 25-to-life niggas
What? This is for all of my wild and bold gangsters who are in it for life, selling and using uncut and raw drugs.