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Water bubbling,

Voice in background repeating make crack like this

Masta p

Imagine substitutin crack for music

I mean dope tapes

This is how we would make it. (there it is right there)

For all you playas, hustlaz, ballas and even you smokas

Ma ma ma ma make crack like this

Masta p

Ghetto dope no limit records

(ma ma ma make crack like this)

Part of the tobacco, firearms, and freedom of speech committee.

Thank you dope fiends for your support. ha ha.

(beat starts)

C murder

Let me give a shot out to the d boys (drug dealas)

Neighborhood dope man

I mean real niggas

Thata make a dolla out a fifteen cents

Aint got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent

Professional crackslanger I serve fiends

I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans

But nowadays I be too smart for the taz

C murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man

Waitin on a kilo they eight Im straight you dig

What you need ten

Aint no *****in order too big

And makin crack like this is the song

You wont be getting yo money if yo shit aint cooked long

Never cook yo dope it might come out brown

Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town

But ***** that Im bout to put my soldias in the game

And tell ya how to make crack from cocaine.

1. look for the nigga wit the whitest snow

2. no buying from no nigga that you dont know

Make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be

You get the baking soda I got yo d

Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope

Mix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke

An shake it up until it get harder

Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water

Twist the ***** like a knot while its still hot

And watch that shit while it can rise to the *****in top

Now ya cocaine powda is crack.

Nigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked.

Ghett ghett ghett ghetto dope

Ma ma ma ma make crack like this ghett ghetto dope (repeat 4 times)

Silkk

My phone rang I picked it up

(need some weight)

What you need

(silkk bout a coupla k)

I had it all into powder but it aint no thang

Gimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake

Trust nobody got my gun and went an smacked kane and abel

You probably catch me choppin kis choppin kis up on my moms table

I got a big order for some coke

I called some hoes up

I want yall but ***** while you cookin up my dope

I told yall we some tru gs

See me and p and c

? ? ? with uzis

Choppin up two kis

Baby twenty-four ozs a piece

Cause see if it aint about money

Then it aint about me

Hella mail from sales

Hella yeah for scales

Come up short

My money jumpin yo ass like bail

First of all you gotta have nuts

Dont give a *****

Cause when I bust niggas guts

They know if it miss it aint by much

Thinkin short like Im only seventeen

A coupla dope fiends

Some ozs

A triple beam

And then playa hit yo block

And tell a ***** nigga to raise up off the spot

Thats why I acts like this

But I rides rims, them gold ds (ma ma make crack like this)

I made crack like this

Chorus

Masta p

Nigga nigga never let a nigga

Front you no dizos

Start from the ground

Work yo way up to a kilo

Get some killas on yo team

Keep one up in the chamber

For the jackas and the dope fiends

Fools come short get rowdy

Kick down doors

Show mutha *****as that ya bout it bout it

Break kis down to ozs

Never buy any dope

Without weighin it on the triple beam

***** soda use v-12

Keep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele

Check the man made junk for residue

Cause every fiend you miss want three or two

1. never talk on the phone in ya house

2. never slang dope out ya baby mommas house

3. never ***** with snitches

Cause niggas that talk to the police is *****es

4. keep a low key

And if you movin weight

Treat yoself to an uzi

The first hit for free (damn)

But the next time you see me

You betta have twenty g

5. never pay

Pimp hoes for the *****

Thats the merican way

Clean up ya dirty money to good money

Cause legal money last longer than drug money.

Chorus.

Fade out.

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