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Sparks]
I snap on this one daddy!!

[Peedi
Oh! Now for me mami...
Just for me mami...

I a little bit
I know the dirty words...

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

Crakk!!

[Peedi
Fitted, fresh, jersey as
Rocafella denim on my black and white shells
In too deep, niggaz still got
Still you wit the heat, in the middle of the streets
Still, wearin my wit a fresh white tee
four-pound, two-clips, hollow tips skeet you
So sweet, that I don't lose no
miss no meals, look how I eat no deal
Drink liquor like a pirate tongue, slick as a
I be in a shirt, fit like it's tailored, whoa!!
Drinkin liquor gettin' in my waterbed
like a scholor all to your daughter head
Oh I forgot, bigga 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 know nuthin, crush em' wit my nikes on
Bout to get my on, charter or train
the name, but Crakk is just a part of the game
Far as the change, just bustin' my
Duckin my ex, shermed up in the Lex
Now how the you get all that??

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

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

Sparks]
You got hate in ya blood
Y'all happy that sparks got the cocked desi-eagle in yo mug
I rock, MTV unplugged
let the M-1 rock one of you
I gives a fuck who catches a slug 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
can't sell, and y'all won't be seen like an NFL blackout
my go "Blakow!"
Don't make me put the cocked right in front of yo eyes
and make y'all fucks cock-eyed...(Woman spanish)
Who the fuck can fuck wit B. Sieg, Free and
You young boys back up, while the back out
when the "ROC" enters the building your best bet is get the out
I bring clappers, get yo boys up, fucker! (R-O-C..) Holla!

2x]

Freeway shots, it don't matter who
can't even hug the if i'm mad at you
takin turns comin that's what my niggaz do
takin' turns yo chick that's what my click will do
dark room, Cancun, spanish
wit mamacita, Freeway, charmed to you
All, damn day I got dick for her
No, way I never got no for her
any day of the week, long-gun tucked every day of the
Freak Nia Long honey just about any day of the week
ran thru sleep, got young niggaz willing to grind
on your block wit a of sweet
(Starts singing)
Free not stuck up
See me anywhere, won't get up
keep the heavy-hand, miss that off
toss underwear, who those? my balls
come from under
Freeway, a boss don't you stare?
Haters, get don't you understand?
shit spit, be real don't you see guns?
fuck the, ice don't you see these dudes?
we from the ghetto, and they like our attitude
mami say I'm loco, she like my attitude (Holla!)

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