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[ARTIST] – SEAGRAM [TRACK] – (4) REAP WHAT YOU SEW [ALBUM] – THE DARK ROADS [RELEASED] – JANUARY 19, 1993 [LABEL] – RAP-A-LOT RECORDS NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT INTENDED [LYRICZ] - "Oh Black Lord...Grant me the indulgence of which I speak...I have taken thy name as part of myself...I live as the beast of the field, rejoicing in the fleshly life...I favor the just and curse the rotten...In the name of Satan, the ruler of the earth, I command the forces of darkness to bestow the infernal power upon you..." I started hustlin' at a very young age...Knew what I had to do and how to get paid...20 sacks of dank and rocks kept me yable, but now its time to put some keys on the table...The neighborhood dopeman, the roller on the block, rounded up my crew and we ran thru his spot...80 g'z, 4 keys was the count...Unloaded the clip in his ass, now its time to bounce...28 grams in each oz...600 a zip, plus I'm sittin' on 80 g'z...Cash flow to the maximum, and all these lames in the game you know I'm goin' tax 'em...Buy some candles and some flour in my mom'z pots...Melt the candles down, pour in some flour...A key awready rocked...Make the transaction quick...Tell him its hard white and fiends love this shit...Get his mail then bail to the hideout...Add the new cash to my stash then I rideout...100 g'z tough, still ready to scuff...I gotta have this cash cuz this here ain't enough...Don't wear all black it makes my targets cautious...Wear some everyday shit so I won't look obvious...The gamblin' house when stacks runs high...I know its jumpin' cuz I'm peekin' niggas rides...I know the routine, doorman checks for artillery...So I pop him first and the rest will be easy...Tell the muthafuckaz don't move...Its a jack tonight and all you muthafuckaz lose...Put your jewelry and your money in my backpack, when you finish I'm searchin' so don't hold nothin' back...Some nigga tried to tell me who he was...I said nigga you don't know me, lit his ass like a christmas bulb...Grab my backpack, left as fast as I entered...I had on no mask so my face would be remembered...I give a fuck fool, nigga I'm no no joke...Send my bitch down to Traders to get me a bulletproof coat...Roll the same 'ol bucket so niggaz see no progress...I don't give a fuck who I jack when I'm tryna stress...If I go to the pen then niggaz will try to stick me...If somethin' go wrong muthafuckaz better kill me...Cuz I ain't showin' no mercy on none of my victims...Jack 'em then blast 'em no time for decisions...I'm the coo-koo fool from the zoo, ooowwwwww!..Jackin' muthafuckaz for a livin' thats what I do...Some youngstas been peepin' me for the last past week...Ran up on me with some 9'z, now shits gettin' deep...Stuck between a rock and a hard place...My 9 is in the wrong place and their's is in my fuckin' face...Caught ?*phlaggin'*? damn, shit its my fault...Got his 9 to my head and hes walkin' me to the vault...Open the muthafucka he screams or I'm blastin'...I opened it up and the nigga started laughin'...Down on all fours they said, they cocked the devices...I said if you gonna kill me, kill me now, I hated surprises...1 shot hit me in the chest another somewhere else, but I was on the ground screamin' for some help...No one heard me, I wonder why bro?..I guess its true after all...You reap what you sew..." SEAGRAM MILLER