Master P - Ghetto D lyrics

Water bubbling, Voice in background repeating "make crack like this" Masta p Imagine substitutin crack for music I mean dope tapes This is how we would make it. (there it is right there) For all you playas, hustlaz, ballas and even you smokas Ma ma ma ma make crack like this Masta p Ghetto dope no limit records (ma ma ma make crack like this) Part of the tobacco, firearms, and freedom of speech committee. Thank you dope fiends for your support. ha ha. (beat starts) C murder Let me give a shot out to the d boys (drug dealas) Neighborhood dope man I mean real n***as Thata make a dolla out a fifteen cents Ain't got a dime, but i rides and pay the rent Professional crackslanger i serve fiends I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans But nowadays i be too smart for the taz C murder been known to keep the rocks up in the sk**et man Waitin on a kilo they eight i'm straight you dig What you need ten Ain't no f**in order too big And makin crack like this is the song You won't be getting yo money if yo sh** ain't cooked long Never cook yo dope it might come out brown Them fiends gonna run yo a** clean outa town But f** that i'm bout to put my soldias in the game And tell ya how to make crack from c**aine. 1. look for the n***a wit the whitest snow 2. no buying from no n***a that you don't know Make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be You get the baking soda i got yo d Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope Mix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke An shake it up until it get harder Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water Twist the b**h like a knot while it's still hot And watch that sh** while it can rise to the f**in top Now ya c**aine powda is crack. n***a i hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked. Ghett ghett ghett ghetto dope Ma ma ma ma make crack like this ghett ghetto dope (repeat 4 times) Silkk My phone rang i picked it up (need some weight) What you need (silkk bout a coupla k) I had it all into powder but it ain't no thang Gimme a coupla hours i have it all in a cake Trust nobody got my gun and went an smacked kane and abel You probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table I got a big order for some coke I called some hoes up I want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope I told ya'll we some tru g's See me and p and c ??? with uzi's Choppin up two ki's Baby twenty-four oz's a piece Cause see if it ain't about money Then it ain't about me Hella mail from sales Hella yeah for scales Come up short My money jumpin yo a** like bail First of all you gotta have nuts Don't give a f** Cause when i bust n***as guts They know if it miss it ain't by much Thinkin short like i'm only seventeen A coupla dope fiends Some oz's A triple beam And then playa hit yo block And tell a b**h n***a to raise up off the spot That's why i acts like this But i rides rims, them gold d's (ma ma make crack like this) I made crack like this Chorus Masta p n***a n***a never let a n***a Front you no dizos Start from the ground Work yo way up to a kilo Get some k**as on yo team Keep one up in the chamber For the jackas and the dope fiends Fools come short get rowdy Kick down doors Show mutha f**as that ya bout it bout it Break ki's down to oz's Never buy any dope Without weighin it on the triple beam f** soda use v-12 Keep a stash for the tryin to take other n***as clientele Check the man made junk for residue Cause every fiend you miss want three or two 1. never talk on the phone in ya house 2. never slang dope out ya baby momma's house 3. never f** with snitches Cause n***as that talk to the police is b**hes 4. keep a low key And if you movin weight Treat yo'self to an uzi The first hit for free (damn) But the next time you see me You betta have twenty g 5. never pay Pimp hoes for the p**y That's the 'merican way Clean up ya dirty money to good money Cause legal money last longer than drug money. Chorus. Fade out.