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Prescription drugs, show me love Percocets, Adderall Xanny bars, get codeine involved Stuck in this body high, can't shake it off I'm falling off, I can't hold a thought What's wrong with me? Now the pressure creep I'm stressing deep, even in my sleep My mommy call, I hit ignore My daughter calls, I press ignore My chin press on my chest, my knees press the floor I'm blanking out, woke up on the couch Dinner on my shirt, my stomach hurts I had a bust out in the 80's but yo, the karma's worse I cry when nothing's wrong, I'm mad when peace along My senses harmed, sluggish ruggish A couple Xannies popped, open my pill box Prescription drugs Daddy, daddy What's wrong, daddy?! Wake up! Wake up! Prescription drugs, I fell in love My little secret, she gonna kill a thug My body numb, she like to give me hugs I love her touch, I get a rush When she don't come around, I start to go nuts Letras de cancionesMy heart erupts, I'm curled in pain My phone ring, ring and ring and ring If you ain't selling drugs, then I don't hear a thing May 7, Ali calls, p.m. of 6:45, I finally answer this time He said, "Come to the stu', I'm mixing all your rhymes" I don't decline, at least that's in my mind Grab the keys, need some wood for the trees Dap the clerk 'fore I leave, max on my AC Continue right, remember seeing light Wise night, but that's my life Prescription drugs What's wrong? You tired? You mad? Ok, I love you, daddy I just stopped selling crack today I just stopped selling crack today O X Y, a moron O X Y, a moron I just stopped selling crack today I just stopped selling crack today O X Y, a moron O X Y, a moron Crazy, got my sex all wet in her Mercedes Ladies, get these off new shoes for my baby Oxy, I don't know no Pablo or no papi What you know about a pill, plus a 8-ball You gotta reel 50 times just to get a rack off I can get a hundred of 'em, make over 3 G's Only took two days, only read it one time, with his son, belly shine In the rain for about nine months out the year '97 right here For Seattle nigga, cheers, when I look up at y'all city Like looking in the mirror, damn near had a career Just might shed a tear Yo, man this shit right here For my niggas who ain't make it home, sitting on a tear Got a dap to a nigga bright in here Feeling life ain't fair If I was in your shoes I would've copped, don't care Had a scene, had the medics like clear Big body cold like a polar bear I done sold more shit than hookers Expensive tees, resemble a push up Stopped selling crack 'cause white don't fuck with niggas Vanity slave, got whips and chains Dirty money, clean money the same Even if I got life, I ain't saying a name I just stopped selling crack today I just stopped selling crack today O X Y, a moron O X Y, a moron I just stopped selling crack today I just stopped selling crack today O X Y, a moron O X Y, a moron Groovy, when I die tell Spike Lee make a movie Oh wee, cops bringing dogs so they don't sniff my bitch booty Oxy, O X Y, only feel like I could stop me Quincy, now how you nigga sliding up every now and then in a Bentley? Easy, 60-40-50, you can get one for 30 if you let me hook this titty Let a nigga fuck then my dogs see your kitty Just stopped selling crack today When it get hot, smoke a pill, watch it glide like Dr. J I prescribe you I'm your doctor, k? You can crush this shit, you can sniff this shit You can take this shit, you can smoke this shit Do you like this shit, nigga? Your brain go numb, synthetic heroine Without the injections, do the same love and affection How could they say feeling good is an addiction? But the world is full of shit so I don't listen In fact "we living to die" is a contradiction So trapping in a Nissan, O X Y, I keep 'em, O X Y, you need one I just stopped selling crack today I just stopped selling crack today O X Y, a moron O X Y, a moron I just stopped selling crack today I just stopped selling crack today O X Y, a moron O X Y, a moron From Letras Mania