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[Omillio
I gotta on this one daddy!!

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

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

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

Crakk!!

[Peedi
Fitted, fresh, jersey as
denim 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, my best 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 without no
Drink liquor a pirate tongue, slick as a sailor
I be in a shirt, fit like it's tailored, whoa!!
Drinkin liquor gettin' brain in my
feelin' like a all to your daughter head
Oh I forgot, nigga probably bought her here
got her drunk, told her all the shit a whore wanna
I just, fuck em', em' wit the lights on
let her know nuthin, crush em' wit my nikes on
Bout to get my on, charter or train
Pardon the name, but Crakk is just a part of the
Far as the change, just bustin' my
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 your

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

2x]

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

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