This is a song about "Market"

I bagged it up, put it on the block and couldn't flip

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

I am the hardest in the market

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Carcasses in carpet and drag em off to the market and sell em for charges

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

One month later you cornered me in market, you thought i could be an easy target.

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that