Time To Check My Crackhouse

[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' shit I'm the wrong nigga in the projects to be f**kin' 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 muthaf**kin' toy You bitches better break me off my money 'cause 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**kin' 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 f**kin' return from the dead I'm ready to kill bitch I'm the wrong nigga in the game to be f**kin' 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*s in the body bag Killa murda muthaf**ka I ain't runnin' from the tads Rat-a-tat-tat is the sound from my gat I told you muthaf**kas that you won't be coming back You came up short with the muthaf**kin' grits That's why yo a*s got caught up in some gangsta shit Call me the black rambo 'cause I don't give a f**k And just like my boy said Yo a*s 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 f**k you be f**kin' with Tha M-A-STER to the muthaf**kin' P And 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 safe One nigga at the door lookin' at me hellah fake I played it all like it was f**kin good G That's when I told my man Hit 'em with the oozi! 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' 'cause 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 f**kin' keys headed to the bienz to put the f**kin' cash up Jumped on the freeway nigga f**kin' dashed bro Think I see the rollers behind me through the rear-view But I ain't even trippin' 'cause I ran through clear view Stopped at Egg-Zone tried to get some gas That's when I see two robbers on my a*s 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**kin' Frank Nitty But if you come up short There's gonna be some shit up in my city [chorus x 4] Am I My Brothers Keep (x 6)