Текст песни Master P - Time To Check My Crackhouse
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[Chorus x 4]Time To Check My Crackhouse, my crackhouse, my crackhouse[Verse 1]The P rat a tatIt`s time to start checkin` shitI`m the wrong nigga in the projects to be fuckin` withMan get that Mack-11It`s time for some dramaAny nigga come up short with the cheese gonna see his mommaGone off that posit and slippin` that 4I`m bout ta lay it down with this muthafuckin` toyYou bitches better break me off my money cuz I`m crazyGirl you ain`t got my cashYou won`t see your babyPut my dope in the baggies I mean the bundle upDollar bills in my fuckin` pocket tightly crumbled up50`s in my mouth got my goddamn tongueRemember when I walk on the setBitch I`m gonna leave you dumbBreak me off my cashI ain`t takin` no shortsI`m aimin` that Tek-9 right at your heartAin`t no fuckin` return from the deadI`m ready to kill bitchI`m the wrong nigga in the game to be fuckin` withI`m kickin` doors downTryna` get my moneyLeavin` fiends on the groundFace down like dummiesYou better have the cashor your ass in the body bagKilla murda muthafuckaI ain`t runnin` from the tadsRat-a-tat-tat is the sound from my gatI told you muthafuckas that you won`t be coming backYou came up short with the muthafuckin` gritsThat`s why yo ass got caught up in some gangsta shitCall me the black ramboCuz I don`t give a fuckAnd just like my boy saidYo ass got pluckedYou shoulda came right with my moneyYou started smokin`That`s why I had to break you off some tokensSo jump on the bus ride to hell bitchI`m gonna let your know who the fuck you be fuckin` withTha M-A-STER to the muthafuckin` PAnd I ain`t takin` no shorts with ya`ll niggas with my D[Chorus x 4][Verse 2]Went Into the crackhouse and opened up the safeOne nigga at the door lookin` at me hellah fakeI played it all like it was fuckin good GThat`s when I told my manHit `em with the oozi!That`s it1-2-times rat a tattaOne nigga on the ground lookin` like a eggo platerBut I ain`t even trippin`Gotta show them I ain`t fakin`Cuz if these other niggas get me for some baconI started counting my dopeEverything was cool blackHeaded to the frontGot them fiends walkin` in the backI ain`t even trippin`Ain`t no time to serve these fiendsI got 40 g`s and two fuckin` keysheaded to the bienz to put the fuckin` cash upJumped on the freeway nigga fuckin` dashed broThink I see the rollers behind me through the rear-viewBut I ain`t even trippin` cuz I ran through clear viewStopped at Egg-Zone tried to get some gasThat`s when I see two robbers on my assPlayed it all coldTold B to get that pistolJumped back in the bienz shoulda seen they head whistleI wen`t back to the house and my homie want some flourI ain`t Scarface but got the money and the powerThey call me Nino BrownOr fuckin` Frank NittyBut if you come up shortThere`s gonna be some shit up in my city[chorus x 4]Am I My Brothers Keep (x 6)