Master P - Time To Check My Crackhouse lyrics

[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)