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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' s**t
I'm the wrong nigg* in the projects to be fkin' with
Man get that Mack-11
It's time for some drama
Any nigg* come up short with the cheese gonna see his momma
Gone off that powda and slippin' that 4
I'm bout ta lay it down with this muth*fkin' toy
You girls 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 bumble up
Dollar bills in my fkin' pocket tightly crumbled up
50's in my mouth got my godd*mn tongue
num but when I walk on the set
b*tch 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 fkin' return from the dead
I'm ready to kill b*tch
I'm the wrong nigg* in the game to be fkin' 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 as* in the body bag
Killa murda muth*fka
I ain't runnin' from the tads
Rat-a-tat-tat is the sound from my gat
I told you muth*fkas that you won't be coming back
You came up short with the muth*fkin' grits
That's why yo as* got caught up in some gangsta s**t
Call me the black rambo
Cuz I don't give a fk
And just like my boy said
Yo as* 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 b*tch
I'm gonna let your know who the fk you be fkin' with
Tha M-A-STER to the muth*fkin' P
And I ain't takin' no shorts with ya'll with my D
Chorus x 4
Verse 2
Went Into the crackhouse and opened up the safe
One nigg* at the door lookin' at me hellah fake
I played it off like it was fkin good G
That's when I told my man
Hit 'em with the oozi!
That's it
1-2-times rat a tatta
One nigg* 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 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 fkin' keys
headed to the bienz to put the fkin' cash up
Jumped on the freeway nigg* fkin' 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 fkin' Frank Nitty
But if you come up short
There's gonna be some s**t up in my city
chorus x 4
Am I My Brothers Keep (x 6)