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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...

[Peedi
at yo fuckin dog!
No benz, No ice, just me in the
holdin the toolie, everything calm and
Got all chicks tryin to screw me
Gimmie the coochie, sperm runnin all her goochie (woman moans)
Alot changed since smoke in the
my mama in the court sayin "Fuck you ya honor!"

Crakk!!

[Peedi
Fitted, fresh, jersey as
Rocafella denim stains on my black and white
In too deep, niggaz still got
Still smack you wit the heat, in the middle of the
Still, wearin my best wit a fresh tee
four-pound, two-clips, tips gone skeet you
So sweet, that I lose no sleep
miss no meals, look how I eat no deal
Drink liquor like a tongue, slick as a sailor
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 nigga probably her here
got her drunk, her all the shit a whore wanna hear
I just, em', buck em' wit the lights on
let her know it's nuthin, crush em' wit my on
Bout to get my flight on, or train
Pardon the name, but Crakk is just a 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 your

Sparks]
You cocksucker's got hate in ya
Y'all ain't happy that sparks got the desi-eagle in yo mug
I rock, MTV unplugged
let the M-1 one of you fucks
I gives a fuck about who catches a or who tells
'cause the kid got for bail and if they get out give a fuck who out
pricks talkin measly, still talkin 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 nine right in 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 bring clappers, get yo boys up, fucker! (R-O-C..) Holla!

2x]

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

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