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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' shit I'm the wrong nigga in the projects to be fuckin' with Man get that Mack-11 It's time for some drama 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 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 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 Break me off my cash I ain't takin' no shorts I'm aimin' that Tek-9 right at your heart Ain't no fuckin' return from the dead SongtexteI'm ready to kill bitch I'm the wrong nigga in the game to be fuckin' 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 ass in the body bag Killa murda muthafucka 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 Call me the black rambo Cuz I don't give a fuck And just like my boy said Yo ass 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 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 [Chorus x 4] [Verse 2] 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 Hit 'em with the oozi! That's it 1-2-times rat a tatta One nigga 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 niggas 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 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' 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 fuckin' Frank Nitty But if you come up short There's gonna be some shit up in my city [chorus x 4] Am I My Brothers Keep (x 6) Aus Songtexte Mania