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Sparks]
I gotta on this one daddy!!

Crakk]
Oh! Now for me mami...
clap for me mami...

I know a bit
I only know the words...

Crakk]
Holla at yo dog!
No benz, No ice, just me in the
holdin the toolie, calm and cooly
Got all these chicks tryin to me
the coochie, sperm runnin all down her goochie (woman moans)
Alot changed since smoke in the
Holdin my mama in the sayin "Fuck you ya honor!"

Crakk!!

[Peedi
Fitted, fresh, jersey as
Rocafella stains on my black and white shells
In too deep, niggaz got beef
smack you wit the heat, in the middle of the streets
Still, wearin my best wit a fresh tee
four-pound, two-clips, tips gone skeet you
So sweet, that I don't no sleep
miss no meals, how I eat without no deal
Drink liquor like a pirate tongue, slick as a
I be in a pilot shirt, fit it's tailored, whoa!!
liquor gettin' brain in my waterbed
feelin' like a scholor all to your daughter
Oh I forgot, nigga probably bought her here
got her drunk, told her all the a whore wanna hear
I just, em', buck em' wit the lights on
let her it's nuthin, crush em' wit my nikes on
Bout to get my flight on, charter or
Pardon the name, but Crakk is just a part of the
Far as the change, just bustin' my
Duckin my ex, gettin' up in the Lex
Now how the fuck you get all

[Chrous 2x]
the alarm!
another dying
oh boy, aye!

the alarm!
when my gauge is
back, dump on
you and moms

[Omillio
You cocksucker's got hate in ya
Y'all ain't that sparks got the cocked desi-eagle in yo mug
I rock, like MTV
let the M-1 rock one of you
I gives a fuck about who catches a or who tells
'cause the kid got money for bail and if they get out give a who out
pricks still talkin measly, still greasy
the "ROC" is up and sold out
Y'all can't sell, and y'all won't be like an NFL blackout
my go "Blakow!"
make me put the cocked nine right in front of yo eyes
and make fucks cock-eyed...(Woman speaking spanish)
Who the fuck can fuck wit B. Sieg, Free and
You boys back up, while the trucks back out
when the "ROC" enters the building your best bet is get the out
I clappers, get yo boys clapped up, fucker! (R-O-C..) Holla!

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Freeway bust shots, it matter who
even hug the block if i'm mad at you
takin turns comin thru what my niggaz do
takin' turns inside yo that's what my click will do
room, Cancun, spanish interview
wit mamacita, Freeway, charmed to you
All, damn day I got dick for her
No, way I got no chips for her
any day of the week, long-gun every day of the week
Freak Nia Long lookin honey just about any day of the
guest ran thru sleep, got young niggaz to grind
on your block wit a package of
(Starts singing)
'cause not stuck up
See me anywhere, get stuck up
keep the heavy-hand, miss take off
them underwear, who those? my balls
come under there
Freeway, a don't you wanna stare?
Haters, get don't you understand?
spit, be real don't you see these guns?
fuck the, ice grill don't you see dudes?
we from the ghetto, and don't like our attitude
mami say I'm loco, she don't like my (Holla!)

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