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Sparks]
I snap 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, everything and cooly
Got all these chicks tryin to me
Gimmie the coochie, sperm runnin all down her (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
Still smack you wit the heat, in the of the streets
Still, wearin my wit a fresh white tee
four-pound, two-clips, hollow gone 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 pilot shirt, fit like tailored, whoa!!
Drinkin liquor brain in my waterbed
feelin' a scholor all to your daughter head
Oh I forgot, bigga nigga probably her here
got her drunk, told her all the shit a wanna hear
I just, fuck em', em' wit the lights on
let her it's nuthin, crush em' wit my nikes on
Bout to get my on, charter or train
Pardon the name, but Crakk is just a of the game
Far as the change, bustin' my checks
my ex, gettin' shermed up in the Lex
Now how the fuck you get all

[Chrous 2x]
the alarm!
another hater's
oh boy, aye!

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

Sparks]
You cocksucker's got hate in ya
Y'all ain't happy that sparks got the cocked in yo mug
I rock, MTV unplugged
let the M-1 one of you fucks
I gives a about who catches a slug or who tells
the kid got money for bail and if they get out give a fuck who out
pricks still measly, still talkin greasy
the "ROC" is rocked up and out
Y'all can't sell, and y'all be seen like an NFL blackout
my go "Blakow!"
Don't make me put the cocked nine right in of yo eyes
and y'all fucks cock-eyed...(Woman speaking spanish)
Who the fuck can fuck wit B. Sieg, and Omillio?
You young boys back up, while the trucks out
when the "ROC" enters the your best bet is get the fuck out
I clappers, get yo boys clapped 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 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 some for her
No, way I got no chips for her
any day of the week, tucked every day of the week
Nia Long lookin honey just about any day of the week
guest ran thru sleep, got niggaz willing to grind
on block wit a package 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
from under there
Freeway, a boss don't you wanna
Haters, get lost you understand?
shit spit, be real 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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