What? Niggas want drama, putting work on my block
When I told y'all last week that shit was too hot
Selling deuces and treys cuts my dimes
Somebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed
After Sadat’s competition started to muscle in and deal drugs on his territory despite repeated warnings (their sales of 2 and 3-dollar bags of heroin is cutting into his 10-dollar sales), he hires a hitman to do a drive-by.
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