flipped my share at work I'm the nigga that lived and slid through terror turf Did it big with clever workers who hid the crack In the back bottled up
step my game up a notch bitch Your aim the cock block on my plot bitch She hot and your not, so stop bitch Quit blowin up my motherfuckin spot, shit [
Nd chit chat Nicki could qet it in Nicki could spit gats Ya qirl qot hustle Nicki could pitch crack But Nicki rather chill Nd stack a mill While dese hoes Stai in hoods like rats
can smell the haters, wishful thinkers, bad luck prayers Picture ya tarot cards and bodyguards gettin' sprayed up Sabotagin' my make-up, my watches get laced up
, bambooze or ya chain Got ill up on the train, twistin off a cap Of a English in my vain, might of pushed you on the tracks Deaf crack fiends, who can
off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit Lead
: Yo ladies and gentlemen.. we got Toni Braxton up in the house) (Method Man: So high that I can kiss the sky bitch) (Redman: We live up in here y'all
can weep Black shapes zip into corners The big lads start to crawl To holes of their own making In the cracks within the wall Snakes and rats
'mma tryin' to get this CREAM [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, knick knack patty wack, light up, twist a fatty jack Four shotties, and playin' them lobbies where those cracks
to kill But only God knows if it won't or it will Nobody knows why we fell so flat Some silly creature said we'd never crack Most would just survive and
: T-rock Intro: what's up playas? The name of this shit is fuck 3-6. Them bitch made motherfuckas on too much playahation. Character number one is DJ
get me a lil bit more I'm a fiend for the bread, so the Ted is out for the cash flow I like them nasty hoes, them hood rats, them ghetto women I'm a ghetto
of stones And a fifth of ambition Niggas wanna ball but they never wanna listen so instead of coming up, they just, come up missin My mission is to hit
own brother face his back Give love and take it back Good grief man this world is quite heavy on my aching back Cops killing for crack you know the story snakes eat rats
man Cash money prince blow the trumpet man They say they want the drugs to stop But I am a major step back when my album drop I got dat wet crack flow
fire with my HB's Spinnin' Benz in these drop tops double r Cook a brick, flip 'em up, now I got 'em hard And you can find me Right up in them hallways
In The Bathroom But I Be Back Soon Fucking With These Racoons Like Jackie Gleason On His Honey Moon. Wad Up Boo. [Verse 2:] I Cooked Up Crack In The
sleep up in the bed, I slept on the couch, I tried to study, but was often interrupted, because the nieghborhood I'm from is so corrupted, rats and roaches creeping through the cracks