Time to check my crackhouse, my crackhouse, my crackhouse
Time to check my crackhouse, my crackhouse, my crackhouse
Time to check my crackhouse, my crackhouse, my crackhouse
Time to check my crackhouse, my crackhouse, my crackhouse
It's time to start checkin' shit
I'm the wrong nigga in the projects to be fuckin' with
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 'cause I'm crazy
Girl you ain't got my cash
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
I'm aimin' that Tek-9 right at your heart
Ain't no fuckin' return from the dead
I'm the wrong nigga in the game to be fuckin' with
Leavin' fiends on the ground
Or your ass in the body bag
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
'cause I don't give a fuck
And just like my boy said
You shoulda came right with my money
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
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
One nigga on the ground lookin' like a eggo plater
But I ain't even trippin'
Gotta show them I ain't fakin'
'cause if these other niggas get me for some bacon
I started counting my dope
Everything was cool black
Got them fiends walkin' in the back
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' 'cause I ran through clear view
Stopped at Egg-Zone tried to get some gas
That's when I see two robbers on my ass
Told be to get that pistol
Jumped back in the bienz shoulda seen they head whistle
I went back to the house and my homie want some flour
I ain't Scarface but got the money and the power
There's gonna be some shit up in my city
