[Chorus x 4]
Time To Check My Crackhouse, my crackhouse, my crackhouse
[Verse 1]
The P rat a tat
It`s time to start checkin` shit
I`m the wrong nigga in the projects to be fuckin` with
Man get that Mack-11
It`s time for some drama
Any nigga come up short with the cheese gonna see his momma
Gone off that posit and slippin` that 4
I`m bout ta lay it down with this muthafuckin` toy
You bitches better break me off my money cuz I`m crazy
Girl you ain`t got my cash
You won`t see your baby
Put my dope in the baggies I mean the bundle up
Dollar bills in my fuckin` pocket tightly crumbled up
50`s in my mouth got my goddamn tongue
Remember when I walk on the set
Bitch I`m gonna leave you dumb
Break me off my cash
I ain`t takin` no shorts
I`m aimin` that Tek-9 right at your heart
Ain`t no fuckin` return from the dead
I`m ready to kill bitch
I`m the wrong nigga in the game to be fuckin` with
I`m kickin` doors down
Tryna` get my money
Leavin` fiends on the ground
Face down like dummies
You better have the cash
or your ass in the body bag
Killa murda muthafucka
I ain`t runnin` from the tads
Rat-a-tat-tat is the sound from my gat
I told you muthafuckas that you won`t be coming back
You came up short with the muthafuckin` grits
That`s why yo ass got caught up in some gangsta shit
Call me the black rambo
Cuz I don`t give a fuck
And just like my boy said
Yo ass got plucked
You shoulda came right with my money
You started smokin`
That`s why I had to break you off some tokens
So jump on the bus ride to hell bitch
I`m gonna let your know who the fuck you be fuckin` with
Tha M-A-STER to the muthafuckin` P
And I ain`t takin` no shorts with ya`ll niggas with my D
[Chorus x 4]
[Verse 2]
Went Into the crackhouse and opened up the safe
One nigga at the door lookin` at me hellah fake
I played it all like it was fuckin good G
That`s when I told my man
Hit `em with the oozi!
That`s it
1-2-times rat a tatta
One nigga on the ground lookin` like a eggo plater
But I ain`t even trippin`
Gotta show them I ain`t fakin`
Cuz if these other niggas get me for some bacon
I started counting my dope
Everything was cool black
Headed to the front
Got them fiends walkin` in the back
I ain`t even trippin`
Ain`t no time to serve these fiends
I got 40 g`s and two fuckin` keys
headed to the bienz to put the fuckin` cash up
Jumped on the freeway nigga fuckin` dashed bro
Think I see the rollers behind me through the rear-view
But I ain`t even trippin` cuz I ran through clear view
Stopped at Egg-Zone tried to get some gas
That`s when I see two robbers on my ass
Played it all cold
Told B to get that pistol
Jumped back in the bienz shoulda seen they head whistle
I wen`t back to the house and my homie want some flour
I ain`t Scarface but got the money and the power
They call me Nino Brown
Or fuckin` Frank Nitty
But if you come up short
There`s gonna be some shit up in my city
[chorus x 4]
Am I My Brothers Keep (x 6)
