[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' sh**
I'm the wrong n***a in the projects to be f**in' with
Man get that mack-11
It's time for some drama
Any n***a 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 muthaf**in' toy
You b**hes 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 f**in' pocket tightly crumbled up
50's in my mouth got my goddamn tongue
Remember when i walk on the set
b**h 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 f**in' return from the dead
I'm ready to k** b**h
I'm the wrong n***a in the game to be f**in' 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 a** in the body bag
k**a murda muthaf**a
I ain't runnin' from the tads
Rat-a-tat-tat is the sound from my gat
I told you muthaf**as that you won't be coming back
You came up short with the muthaf**in' grits
That's why yo a** got caught up in some gangsta sh**
Call me the black rambo
Cuz i don't give a f**
And just like my boy said
Yo a** 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**h
I'm gonna let your know who the f** you be f**in' with
Tha m-a-ster to the muthaf**in' p
And i ain't takin' no shorts with ya'll n***as with my d
[chorus x 4]
[verse 2]
Went into the crackhouse and opened up the safe
One n***a at the door lookin' at me hellah fake
I played it all like it was f**in good g
That's when i told my man
Hit 'em with the oozi!
That's it
1-2-times rat a tatta
One n***a 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 n***as 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 f**in' keys
Headed to the bienz to put the f**in' cash up
Jumped on the freeway n***a f**in' 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 a**
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 f**in' frank nitty
But if you come up short
There's gonna be some sh** up in my city
[chorus x 4]
Am i my brothers keep (x 6)