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master p - time to check my crackhouse lyrics

[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’ sh-t
i’m the wrong n-gg- in the projects to be f-ckin’ with
man get that mack-11
it’s time for some drama
any n-gg- come up short with the cheese gonna see his momma
gone off that powda and slippin’ that 4
i’m bout ta lay it down with this m-th-f-ckin’ toy
you b-tches 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 b-mble up
dollar bills in my f-ckin’ pocket tightly crumbled up
50’s in my mouth got my godd-mn tongue
num but when i walk on the set
b-tch 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-ckin’ return from the dead
i’m ready to kill b-tch
i’m the wrong n-gg- in the game to be f-ckin’ 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 -ss in the body bag
killa murda m-th-f-cka
i ain’t runnin’ from the tads
rat-a-tat-tat is the sound from my gat
i told you m-th-f-ckas that you won’t be coming back
you came up short with the m-th-f-ckin’ grits
that’s why yo -ss got caught up in some gangsta sh-t
call me the black rambo
cuz i don’t give a f-ck
and just like my boy said
yo -ss 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 h-ll b-tch
i’m gonna let your know who the f-ck you be f-ckin’ with
tha m-a-ster to the m-th-f-ckin’ p
and i ain’t takin’ no shorts with ya’ll n-gg-s with my d

[chorus x 4]

[verse 2]

went into the crackhouse and opened up the safe
one n-gg- at the door lookin’ at me h-llah fake
i played it off like it was f-ckin 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-gg- 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-gg-s 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-ckin’ keys
headed to the bienz to put the f-ckin’ cash up
jumped on the freeway n-gg- f-ckin’ 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 -ss
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-ckin’ frank nitty
but if you come up short
there’s gonna be some sh-t up in my city

[chorus x 4]

am i my brothers keep (x 6)

- master p lyrics

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