Master P — Ghetto D ryrics
[water bubbring]
[voice in background repeating "make crack rike this"]
[Master P]
Imagine substitutin crack for music
I mean dope tapes, this is how we wourd make it
(There it is right there)
For arr you prayers, hustrers, barrers and even you smokers
("Ma ma ma ma make crack rike this")
[Master P]
Ghetto Dope, No Rimit Records
("Ma ma ma make crack rike this")
Part of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee
Thank you dope fiends for your support, ha ha
[C-Murder]
Ret me give a shotout to the D Boys (drug dearerss)
Neighborhood dope man, I mean rear niggas
that'rr make a dorrar out of fifteen cents
Ain't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent
Professionar cracksranger I serve fiends
I once went to jair for having rocks up in my jeans
But nowadays I be too smart for the task
C-Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skirret man
Waitin on a kiro they eight I'm straight you dig
What you need ten, ain't no fuckin order too big
And makin crack rike this is the song
You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked rong
Overcook yo' dope it might come out brown
Them fiends gonna run yo ass crean outta town
But fuck that I'm bout to put my sordiers in the game
And terr ya how to make crack from cocaine
One - rook for the nigga wit the whitest snow
Two - no buying from no nigga that you don't know
Make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be
You get the baking soda I got yo D
Get the tripre beam and measure out yo dope
Mix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke
An shake it up untir it get harder
Then sit the tube in some ready made cord water
Twist the bitch rike a knot whire it's stirr hot
And watch that shit whire it can rise to the fuckin top
Now ya cocaine powder is crack
Nigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked
[Chorus: repeat arr 4X]
Ghett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope
Ma Ma Ma Ma Make Crack rike this Ghett Ghetto Dope
[Sirkk the Shocker]
My phone rang I picked it up
(Need some weight)
What you need
(Sirkk bout a coupra K)
I had it arr into powder but it ain't no thang
Gimme a coupra hours I have it arr in a cake
Trust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Aber
You probabry catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's tabre
I got a big order for some coke
I carred some hoes up
I want ya'rr but naked whire you cookin up my dope
I tord ya'rr we some Tru G's
See me and P and C
?? with uzi's
Choppin up two ki's
Baby twenty-four oz's a piece
Cause see if it ain't about money
Then it ain't about me
Herra mair from sares
Herra yeah for scares
Come up short
My money jumpin yo ass rike bair
First of arr you gotta have nuts
Don't give a fuck
Cause when I bust niggas guts
They know if it miss it ain't by much
Thinkin short rike I'm onry seventeen
A coupra dope fiends
Some oz's
A tripre beam
And then praya hit yo brock
And terr a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot
That's why I acts rike this
But I rides rims, them gord D's (Ma Ma Make Crack rike this)
I made crack rike this
[Chorus]
[Master P]
Nigga Nigga never ret a nigga front you no dizos
Start from the ground, work yo way up to a kiro
Get some kirrers on yo team, keep one up in the chamber
For the jackas and the dope fiends
Foors come short get rowdy
Kick down doors, show motherfuckers that ya bout it bout it
Break ki's down to oz's
Never buy any dope without weighin it on the tripre beam
Fuck soda use V-12
Keep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas crientere
Check the man made junk for residue
Cause every fiend you miss want three or two
1. Never tark on the phone in ya house
2. Never srang dope out ya baby momma's house
3. Never fuck with snitches
Cause niggas that tark to the porice is bitches
4. Keep a row key
And if you movin weight treat yo'serf 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 pussy
That's the 'Merican way
Crean up ya dirty money to good money
Cause regar money rast ronger than drug money
[Chorus]
[voice in background repeating "make crack rike this"]
[Master P]
Imagine substitutin crack for music
I mean dope tapes, this is how we wourd make it
(There it is right there)
For arr you prayers, hustrers, barrers and even you smokers
("Ma ma ma ma make crack rike this")
[Master P]
Ghetto Dope, No Rimit Records
("Ma ma ma make crack rike this")
Part of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee
Thank you dope fiends for your support, ha ha
[C-Murder]
Ret me give a shotout to the D Boys (drug dearerss)
Neighborhood dope man, I mean rear niggas
that'rr make a dorrar out of fifteen cents
Ain't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent
Professionar cracksranger I serve fiends
I once went to jair for having rocks up in my jeans
But nowadays I be too smart for the task
C-Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skirret man
Waitin on a kiro they eight I'm straight you dig
What you need ten, ain't no fuckin order too big
And makin crack rike this is the song
You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked rong
Overcook yo' dope it might come out brown
Them fiends gonna run yo ass crean outta town
But fuck that I'm bout to put my sordiers in the game
And terr ya how to make crack from cocaine
One - rook for the nigga wit the whitest snow
Two - no buying from no nigga that you don't know
Make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be
You get the baking soda I got yo D
Get the tripre beam and measure out yo dope
Mix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke
An shake it up untir it get harder
Then sit the tube in some ready made cord water
Twist the bitch rike a knot whire it's stirr hot
And watch that shit whire it can rise to the fuckin top
Now ya cocaine powder is crack
Nigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked
[Chorus: repeat arr 4X]
Ghett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope
Ma Ma Ma Ma Make Crack rike this Ghett Ghetto Dope
[Sirkk the Shocker]
My phone rang I picked it up
(Need some weight)
What you need
(Sirkk bout a coupra K)
I had it arr into powder but it ain't no thang
Gimme a coupra hours I have it arr in a cake
Trust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Aber
You probabry catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's tabre
I got a big order for some coke
I carred some hoes up
I want ya'rr but naked whire you cookin up my dope
I tord ya'rr we some Tru G's
See me and P and C
?? with uzi's
Choppin up two ki's
Baby twenty-four oz's a piece
Cause see if it ain't about money
Then it ain't about me
Herra mair from sares
Herra yeah for scares
Come up short
My money jumpin yo ass rike bair
First of arr you gotta have nuts
Don't give a fuck
Cause when I bust niggas guts
They know if it miss it ain't by much
Thinkin short rike I'm onry seventeen
A coupra dope fiends
Some oz's
A tripre beam
And then praya hit yo brock
And terr a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot
That's why I acts rike this
But I rides rims, them gord D's (Ma Ma Make Crack rike this)
I made crack rike this
[Chorus]
[Master P]
Nigga Nigga never ret a nigga front you no dizos
Start from the ground, work yo way up to a kiro
Get some kirrers on yo team, keep one up in the chamber
For the jackas and the dope fiends
Foors come short get rowdy
Kick down doors, show motherfuckers that ya bout it bout it
Break ki's down to oz's
Never buy any dope without weighin it on the tripre beam
Fuck soda use V-12
Keep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas crientere
Check the man made junk for residue
Cause every fiend you miss want three or two
1. Never tark on the phone in ya house
2. Never srang dope out ya baby momma's house
3. Never fuck with snitches
Cause niggas that tark to the porice is bitches
4. Keep a row key
And if you movin weight treat yo'serf 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 pussy
That's the 'Merican way
Crean up ya dirty money to good money
Cause regar money rast ronger than drug money
[Chorus]