[chorus x 4]
Time to check my crackhouse, my crackhouse, my crackhouse
[verse 1]
The p rat a tat
itand's time to start checkinand' shit
iand'm the wrong nigga in the projects to be fuckinand' with
man get that mack-11
itand's time for some drama
any nigga come up short with the cheese gonna see his momma
gone off that posit and slippinand' that 4
iand'm bout ta lay it down with this muthafuckinand' toy
you bitches better break me off my money cuz iand'm crazy
girl you ainand't got my cash
you wonand't see your baby
put my dope in the baggies i mean the bundle up
dollar bills in my fuckinand' pocket tightly crumbled up
50and's in my mouth got my goddamn tongue
remember when i walk on the set
bitch iand'm gonna leave you dumb
break me off my cash
i ainand't takinand' no shorts
iand'm aiminand' that tek-9 right at your heart
ainand't no fuckinand' return from the dead
iand'm ready to kill bitch
iand'm the wrong nigga in the game to be fuckinand' with
iand'm kickinand' doors down
trynaand' get my money
leavinand' fiends on the ground
face down like dummies
you better have the cash
or your ass in the body bag
killa murda muthafucka
i ainand't runninand' from the tads
rat-a-tat-tat is the sound from my gat
i told you muthafuckas that you wonand't be coming back
you came up short with the muthafuckinand' grits
thatand's why yo ass got caught up in some gangsta shit
call me the black rambo
cuz i donand't give a fuck
and just like my boy said
yo ass got plucked
you shoulda came right with my money
you started smokinand'
thatand's why i had to break you off some tokens
so jump on the bus ride to hell bitch
iand'm gonna let your know who the fuck you be fuckinand' with
tha m-a-ster to the muthafuckinand' p
and i ainand't takinand' no shorts with yaand'll niggas with my d
[chorus x 4]
[verse 2]
Went into the crackhouse and opened up the safe
one nigga at the door lookinand' at me hellah fake
i played it all like it was fuckin good g
thatand's when i told my man
hit and'em with the oozi!
thatand's it
1-2-times rat a tatta
one nigga on the ground lookinand' like a eggo plater
but i ainand't even trippinand'
gotta show them i ainand't fakinand'
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 walkinand' in the back
i ainand't even trippinand'
ainand't no time to serve these fiends
i got 40 gand's and two fuckinand' keys
headed to the bienz to put the fuckinand' cash up
jumped on the freeway nigga fuckinand' dashed bro
think i see the rollers behind me through the rear-view
but i ainand't even trippinand' cuz i ran through clear view
stopped at egg-zone tried to get some gas
thatand'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 wenand't back to the house and my homie want some flour
i ainand't scarface but got the money and the power
they call me nino brown
or fuckinand' frank nitty
but if you come up short
thereand's gonna be some shit up in my city
[chorus x 4]
Am i my brothers keep (x 6)
