Master P - Time To Check My Crackhouse Lyrics
[chorus x 4]Time to check my crackhouse, my crackhouse, my crackhouse[verse 1]The p rat a tatIts time to start checkin shitIm the wrong nigga in the projects to be *****in withMan get that mack-11Its time for some dramaAny nigga come up short with the cheese gonna see his mommaGone off that posit and slippin that 4Im bout ta lay it down with this mutha*****in toyYou *****es better break me off my money cuz Im crazyGirl you aint got my cashYou wont see your babyPut my dope in the baggies I mean the bundle upDollar bills in my *****in pocket tightly crumbled up50s in my mouth got my goddamn tongueRemember when I walk on the set***** Im gonna leave you dumbBreak me off my cashI aint takin no shortsIm aimin that tek-9 right at your heartAint no *****in return from the deadIm ready to kill *****Im the wrong nigga in the game to be *****in withIm kickin doors downTryna get my moneyLeavin fiends on the groundFace down like dummiesYou better have the cashOr your ass in the body bagKilla murda mutha*****aI aint runnin from the tadsRat-a-tat-tat is the sound from my gatI told you mutha*****as that you wont be coming backYou came up short with the mutha*****in gritsThats why yo ass got caught up in some gangsta shitCall me the black ramboCuz I dont give a *****And just like my boy saidYo ass got pluckedYou shoulda came right with my moneyYou started smokinThats why I had to break you off some tokensSo jump on the bus ride to hell *****Im gonna let your know who the ***** you be *****in withTha m-a-ster to the mutha*****in pAnd I aint takin no shorts with yall niggas with my d[chorus x 4][verse 2]Went into the crackhouse and opened up the safeOne nigga at the door lookin at me hellah fakeI played it all like it was *****in good gThats when I told my manHit em with the oozi!Thats it1-2-times rat a tattaOne nigga on the ground lookin like a eggo platerBut I aint even trippinGotta show them I aint fakinCuz if these other niggas get me for some baconI started counting my dopeEverything was cool blackHeaded to the frontGot them fiends walkin in the backI aint even trippinAint no time to serve these fiendsI got 40 gs and two *****in keysHeaded to the bienz to put the *****in cash upJumped on the freeway nigga *****in dashed broThink I see the rollers behind me through the rear-viewBut I aint even trippin cuz I ran through clear viewStopped at egg-zone tried to get some gasThats when I see two robbers on my assPlayed it all coldTold b to get that pistolJumped back in the bienz shoulda seen they head whistleI went back to the house and my homie want some flourI aint scarface but got the money and the powerThey call me nino brownOr *****in frank nittyBut if you come up shortTheres gonna be some shit up in my city[chorus x 4]Am I my brothers keep (x 6)
