Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Time To Check My Crackhouse , by - Master P. Release date: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
Time To Check My Crackhouse |
| 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 |
| I’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 motherfuckin' 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 |
| 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 Uzi |
| 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 |
| Am I My Brothers Keep (x 6) |