PERUVIAN COCAINE VERSE

VERSE 1:

I've been hustling that crack and I've been ducking the Feds,

and even though I try my best I'm never touching the bread,

why did that organizer die? Well it was something he said,

but it don't matter now, 'cuz suddenly it nothing, he's dead,

yo we're simply pulling triggers, making dough, full of liquor,

fuck around with cocaine, we'll shoot your skull in, niggas,

and that cocaine industry has us Americans so fascinated,

because it's the third world, those dictators are basket cases,

acting ape shit, public executions, political assassinations,

praying to Gods the white men made, it's from the last invasion,

yo we sell base laced with cocaine, smoke it straight-faced,

racists raised us and caged us in with this misplaced hate,

the CIA would plot to sell the crack, and flooded the streets,

and single moms were doing drugs, kids had nothing to eat,

it was all part of their grand schemes, to gain damn green,

and placed the fiends inside of the ghettoes, it's a stampede