Letras:
Traffic Dealer

governed by his pride In a smoky little room Shadows moving in the gloom Someone turns a running flush And breaks the deathly quiet hush Dealer, Dealer Dealer, Dealer Dealer, Dealer

your throat In the time it takes to heal The dealer's made another deal When he plays he plays for keeps And sweeps the spinning roulette wheel Dealer, Dealer

the shit out the Lakers And they'll kill you cuz Joe can't find Gary Payton Meanwhile the throne vacant and Da Band ain't makin it Shyne got a new deal

cryogenic faces Louis Vuitton suitcases Autographs and paid vacations Divorce papers and synthetic lubrications Playing' you like top-40 stations Ah... you know the deal

rest of y'all, eat dirt I'm rollin' in the "Mackmobile", I'm back for real One hundred percent, pimp-motion, that's the deal Back wheel-spinnin, number

for grams like a drill sergeant the opposition stands still rusty and lethargic can't fuck with the stop and go flow like rush hour traffic Shit's graphic

: And I?m good, good, good to go I got to get away Get away from all of my mistakes So here I sit looking at the traffic lights The red extinguishes

and if you don't know, success brings stress I'm vexed, My phone rings, collect call from Jeff The operator say, "If you accept, say yes" "Yes, what's the deal

on inez street I shoot you in the head and let that ass decay You been laying in the street so long your brains is turning gray You niggaz can't deal