| City streets covered in white powder. |
| Crooked cops see innocence is devoured. |
| Sewn deep, in the veins of the city. |
| The crystal takes a method of infamy. |
| Crystal lust, it takes a hold, |
| Caress and embrace to thee. |
| They don’t sell it, it sells itself, |
| Which makes more profit for me. |
| The blood of its victims flood the streets. |
| As more and more dealers make profit and that’s when I see, |
| Not to falter even city hall takes a cut. |
| The game is set and it’s time for me to play |
| Crystal lust, it takes a hold, |
| Caress and embrace to thee. |
| They don’t sell it, it sells itself, |
| Which makes more profit for me |
| Get a lab, make a sack, turn your forty to eighty. |
| Stack my grip, one at a time, budgets start elevating. |
| Pseudophedrine, iodine, red phosphorus |
| In my lab. Made a batch. People spending whole checks. |
| Moving gallon after gallon, and key after key. |
| I set my price with a gun on this pyramid scheme. |
| I keep my strap on my side if you get wise on me. |
| If you act real funny I’ll blast you dead. |
| And watch you fucking bleed. |
| Crystal lust, it takes a hold. |
| Caress and embrace to thee. |
| They don’t sell it, it sells itself, |
| Which makes more profit to me. |