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I've seen many pretty faces concaveI've got every pretty girl up in here acting like a sexual slaveI've been rolled into notes, tipped into button bags, I made you go wildI caused your country's epidemicYeah, I took your first childI'm a drug-dealers dream when I'm cut into keysCut into ounces and grams then I'm shipped overseasTied up in lubricated balloons, swallowed down runners throatsHid under fishing boatsMy trade marks numbing throats of my hostsI'm protected by peddlers and crooksI'm imported by the highway patrol under trucksI've got the girls on the game getting high of my grainI got the virgin to break, got the pusher to maimI'm a name overseas; make a million GsI've been cut from the leaves of Peruvian TreesI'm cocaineFrom Pablo Esquabar to Curtis WarrenThey may have had their day, their legacy wont be forgotten 'cause of meThe biggest importation of your nationIn U.N meeting rooms I be the topic of their conversationNobody's safe or uncorruptible, I thriveI've the so-called secret service MI5 here standing by my sideI got the baddest bitches in my bedLetras de cancionesI see the husband crying as he sees his wife there lying who he's bledI see so many things in my lifeI see the good times, the bad times, the trouble and strifeI hear the people who adore me speaking bad of my nameBut at the end of the day tell me who is to blameI'm cocaineBeen through hell, to get to my heavenDon't need no God singing my praiseI know what I've been through to get toLike a Devil's pie from the ground up I raiseAnd who am I to judge lust and greedWhen the Devil's dust made me mistrust and needAll I loved I grew to despiseLike a Devil's pie from the ground up I rise From Letras Mania