[Intro:]
Ma n***** is c**e ya.
It's crackalagy.
1 on 1 n****.
I breed you n*****.
Ma sons AWWWW
[Verse 1:]
The penalty is death and im inflictin' the torch and the best of the best
couldn't mess with the boogie down bronxster its heavy promo catchin beef with Joe
but my man don't get caught up in these streets alone they'll be heavy choppers
firin m************ is dyin n***** in runnin helicopters is flyin all these suckers
is lyin tellin the feds to see me and I was just island hopin some wala tahele
I think its called Fiji or summin like that get yo s*** pushed mofucker f***** with crack
catch a 100 in ya cap yo brain be by ya waste line LV on this track hell of a base line
remind me of the times I was servin those base lines only Puerto Rican and Harlem
now that's stardom ghetto celeb I been since I was younger 100 mill strong
still dyin of hunger under the chinchilla believe me the s**** realer
this piece'll leave ya in pieces and make you sleep better the streets terror
the weak better treat mena keep berrettas for these people and creep (f***** crazy n*****)
crack n****
[Chorus: x2]
d***nn those guys are gettin dough that's why all these gangsters come to c**e
we get money money ya'll got nothin for me and if you get caught n**** don't mention Joe
[Verse 2:]
I keep hearin that's cracks tha truth real n***** is screamin yo Joe get back in the booth
yea I do it for the n***** who be huggin the blocks those jack boys don't give a f***
dumpin at cops these n***** crazy some more real they'll get you for everythin
even yo poor war grill yes n**** its survival out here these n***** don't even respect the bible
out here it spirals out here cars and kings too that's the only thing this summer gon bring you
I seen it all man they love it when I spit cane walk through the middle
and speed with the big chain I got em' sick main look how the s*** playin p*** stain
yellow pebble bezel on the wrist main you aint Pac you aint even a great actor matter a fact
you is a great actor im 1 O G you need to respect specially if you don't want n*****
to see through ya chest (yesss) I caught his momma at the face to face now she layin in
St. Raymond's in section 8 n**** (follow me now) (s***)
[Chorus x2]
[Outro:]
Yeah this goes out to all the n***** gutter the gutter jails to jails.
All my n***** playin the yard right now doin pull ups pumpin this s*** in yer headsets
I love you n*****.
Crack
Otis Ville you know its real.
Rakas haha.
All my n***** holdin it down.
All my street n***** gangster n*****ss.
Dope boys haha.
COOK [echo]
[Music fades out]
Ma n***** is c**e ya.
It's crackalagy.
1 on 1 n****.
I breed you n*****.
Ma sons AWWWW
[Verse 1:]
The penalty is death and im inflictin' the torch and the best of the best
couldn't mess with the boogie down bronxster its heavy promo catchin beef with Joe
but my man don't get caught up in these streets alone they'll be heavy choppers
firin m************ is dyin n***** in runnin helicopters is flyin all these suckers
is lyin tellin the feds to see me and I was just island hopin some wala tahele
I think its called Fiji or summin like that get yo s*** pushed mofucker f***** with crack
catch a 100 in ya cap yo brain be by ya waste line LV on this track hell of a base line
remind me of the times I was servin those base lines only Puerto Rican and Harlem
now that's stardom ghetto celeb I been since I was younger 100 mill strong
still dyin of hunger under the chinchilla believe me the s**** realer
this piece'll leave ya in pieces and make you sleep better the streets terror
the weak better treat mena keep berrettas for these people and creep (f***** crazy n*****)
crack n****
[Chorus: x2]
d***nn those guys are gettin dough that's why all these gangsters come to c**e
we get money money ya'll got nothin for me and if you get caught n**** don't mention Joe
[Verse 2:]
I keep hearin that's cracks tha truth real n***** is screamin yo Joe get back in the booth
yea I do it for the n***** who be huggin the blocks those jack boys don't give a f***
dumpin at cops these n***** crazy some more real they'll get you for everythin
even yo poor war grill yes n**** its survival out here these n***** don't even respect the bible
out here it spirals out here cars and kings too that's the only thing this summer gon bring you
I seen it all man they love it when I spit cane walk through the middle
and speed with the big chain I got em' sick main look how the s*** playin p*** stain
yellow pebble bezel on the wrist main you aint Pac you aint even a great actor matter a fact
you is a great actor im 1 O G you need to respect specially if you don't want n*****
to see through ya chest (yesss) I caught his momma at the face to face now she layin in
St. Raymond's in section 8 n**** (follow me now) (s***)
[Chorus x2]
[Outro:]
Yeah this goes out to all the n***** gutter the gutter jails to jails.
All my n***** playin the yard right now doin pull ups pumpin this s*** in yer headsets
I love you n*****.
Crack
Otis Ville you know its real.
Rakas haha.
All my n***** holdin it down.
All my street n***** gangster n*****ss.
Dope boys haha.
COOK [echo]
[Music fades out]