Chorus:
Y'all think it's cool to sell (dope)?
Cool to be in a cell? (Nope)

We just killin' Ourselves..
Why we killin' ourselves?


Y'all think its cool to sell (!@%!e)?
Cool to be in a cell? (Nope)
We just killin' ourselves

Why we killin' ourselves?

Verse 1

(Kenny talking to Drug Addict):
Why you smoking dope that got !@%!e in it
Hoping it help you cope with %#@!?

Or your choking on opiates
Open your mind, your closing it
All that blow man?

Your blowing it knowing your in the wrong
Im flowing up in this song for you to know
no one will know your gone

when its time for you to see God
You was just a hustlers pawn
What you on? Buncha Chron?

Must have been strong
Must have been laced
Busta calm yourself

Your eyes bulgin from your face
Jaws grinding out of place
Hoping reefer relieve ya

Choking, is it emphyzima?
I'll see you be in a seizure
from snortin up that Kristina

Damn..
Or maybe the mortition
No more livin, payin for !@^% women

thinkin your winning
They'll sure listen to the bills their givin'
Not you

Laughing strait back to their pimp, cuz', homie they got you
Smoking ice makes life cold, I'm willing to help
But you won't listen

Another soul killin' himself...

Chorus


Verse 2
(Drug Dealer talking to Drug Addict):

Why you listening to Kenny?
He envy me, he's my enemy
tends to be jealous 'cuz I am everything he pretends to be

'Specially 'cuz hes a hypocrite
definitely on the ecstacy
All he do is pop molly's dude

all his crew's got dependencies
on the blow,
doing lines

and he know
that I grind
so he's envious of real hustlers

Busta couldn't phathom
all the dough I'm makin'
hatin' cuz I push a phantom

He thinks he's dope, he's a wanna be rapper
real men in the streets packin heat
yeah we after stacks on stacks

racks on racks
stackin' raps upon raps and he ain't got jack
I ain't tryna' play you

just givin' you real deals
Eightball for a bill, eight dollars four pills
Make it 10 i'll chuck in M and you'll be loving the feel

Feeling that thrill that's surreal
ain't like you will kill yourself


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Verse 3
(Addict talking to Kenny and Drug Dealer):
Both y'all need to chill

I ain't got no addiction
Living off government $$#istance
couldn't pay for tuitions
so while I'm sittin' in this mother $#&@in prision
I need narcotics $$#istance to help with the harshest conditions

admitten I failed, so listen
Kenny, stop (*##$in'
Isn't you smokin' ganj, dawg?
And I heard you still sniffin
Hatin' on my dealers grind 'cuz he made it like you couldn't

Wasn't there a time where you was selling to a pregnent woman?
Imagine if someone was selling to your mama
You really think rap's gonna save you from the karma?
My dealer say he just helping me out
There's no doubt I believe every word out his mouth

Mind yourself Hater
I'm good, do you,
jealous your broke
I'll be sniffin powder while I devour pills
this how I cope
You say the drugs killing me?

$#&@ my health..
It's ironic, if I wasn't on 'em
probably kill myself..

Chorus