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Sparks]
I gotta on this one daddy!!

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

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

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

Crakk!!

[Peedi
Fitted, fresh, jersey as
Rocafella denim stains on my and white shells
In too deep, still 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, hollow tips skeet you
So sweet, I don't lose no sleep
miss no meals, how I eat without 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
feelin' like a all to your daughter head
Oh I forgot, bigga probably bought 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
the name, but Crakk is just a part of the game
Far as the change, bustin' my checks
my ex, gettin' shermed up in the Lex
Now how the you get all that??

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

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

Sparks]
You got hate in ya blood
Y'all ain't 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 get out give a fuck who out
pricks still talkin measly, still talkin
the "ROC" is up and sold out
Y'all can't sell, and y'all won't be seen like an NFL
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 trucks out
the "ROC" enters the building your best bet is get the fuck out
I clappers, get yo boys clapped up, fucker! (R-O-C..) Holla!

2x]

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

2x]