[Chorus x4]
Time To Check My Crackhouse, my crackhouse, my crackhouse
[Verse 1]
The P rat a tat
It's time to start checkin' s***
I'm the wrong n**** in the projects to be f*****' with
Man get that Mack-11
It's time for some drama
Any n**** 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 m****f***in' toy
You b****** 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*****' pocket tightly crumbled up
50's in my mouth got my g****** tongue
Remember when I walk on the set
b**** 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*****' return from the dead
I'm ready to kill b****
I'm the wrong n**** in the game to be f*****' 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
Killa murda m****f****
I ain't runnin' from the tads
Rat-a-tat-tat is the sound from my gat
I told you m****f****s that you won't be coming back
You came up short with the m****f***in' grits
That's why yo a** got caught up in some gangsta s***
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****
I'm gonna let your know who the f*** you be f*****' with
Tha M-A-STER to the m****f***in' P
And I ain't takin' no shorts with ya'll n***** with my D
[Chorus x4]
[Verse 2]
Went Into the crackhouse and opened up the safe
One n**** at the door lookin' at me hellah fake
I played it all like it was f***** 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**** 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***** 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*****' keys
headed to the bienz to put the f*****' cash up
Jumped on the freeway n**** f*****' 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*****' Frank Nitty
But if you come up short
There's gonna be some s*** up in my city
[Chorus x4]
Am I My Brothers Keep [x6]
Time To Check My Crackhouse, my crackhouse, my crackhouse
[Verse 1]
The P rat a tat
It's time to start checkin' s***
I'm the wrong n**** in the projects to be f*****' with
Man get that Mack-11
It's time for some drama
Any n**** 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 m****f***in' toy
You b****** 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*****' pocket tightly crumbled up
50's in my mouth got my g****** tongue
Remember when I walk on the set
b**** 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*****' return from the dead
I'm ready to kill b****
I'm the wrong n**** in the game to be f*****' 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
Killa murda m****f****
I ain't runnin' from the tads
Rat-a-tat-tat is the sound from my gat
I told you m****f****s that you won't be coming back
You came up short with the m****f***in' grits
That's why yo a** got caught up in some gangsta s***
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****
I'm gonna let your know who the f*** you be f*****' with
Tha M-A-STER to the m****f***in' P
And I ain't takin' no shorts with ya'll n***** with my D
[Chorus x4]
[Verse 2]
Went Into the crackhouse and opened up the safe
One n**** at the door lookin' at me hellah fake
I played it all like it was f***** 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**** 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***** 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*****' keys
headed to the bienz to put the f*****' cash up
Jumped on the freeway n**** f*****' 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*****' Frank Nitty
But if you come up short
There's gonna be some s*** up in my city
[Chorus x4]
Am I My Brothers Keep [x6]