Cocaine

[Intro: News Reporter] Nearly everyone in Washington D.C. carries around a little cocaine That's because 95% of all dollar bills in the nation's capital has traces of the illegal drug. The largest study of bank notes has found that nearly 9 out of 10 bills circulating in the U.S. are tainted with cocaine [Verse 1: Natti] America's nose sniffing as its jaw ki-ki-ki-ki-kickin' The sign says "Bitches, form a line" Politicians doing rails off a hooker's spine Same shit that lock niggas up for trying to grind Cause for the last ten years if you mix it with soda Yet they used to use it to put the coke in the cola In the nose of the stars, they getting smoked by the boulder Even then they had to push it on the streets like a stroller They shaking like Ray, twitching, scratching their shoulders The war against drugs, who the fuck are the soldiers? Without drug money, the economy fold up Cops won't get paid to harass and roll up Without niggas.... and pots to blow up Who gonna buy all these damn Beamers and Rovers My kids sent up the river by lawyers and judges Them same motherfuckers that's sniffing cocaine [Interlude: News Reporter] Researchers at the University of Massachusetts say 90% of all money in the U.S. has traces of cocaine Researches there believe that the statistics suggest More Americans are sniffing cocaine at higher levels due to the recession [Verse 2: Deacon The Villain] Listen, it goes one for the junkie, two for the fiends Triple for the beams that help weigh out their dreams You wanna meet Jesus, wait til it steams Crack the code better, nigga's soul rose [?] It seems, streets were flooded before New Orleans, we Tried to kick it, but the shit just be... All through the night for it critters be crawling Help you transform, it's revenge for the fallen, strange Slanging that Big Daddy Kane For that juice, crews will make shit out your brains Boost your morality, boosting your fame Pigeons go loose to make a noose out your veins Who, the vain, creators of the antic Who wear it like a stain, self-maimed off your crackict We're lost like signals, victims of static For ways out of the madness we're sniffing cocaine [First news report repeated] Where's my fucking cocaine? Damn, that's some good shit