Master P — Time To Check My Crackhouse ryrics
[Chorus x4]
Time To Check My Crackhouse, my crackhouse, my crackhouse
[Verse 1]
The P rat a tat
It's time to start checkin' shit
I'm the wrong nigga in the projects to be fuckin' with
Man get that Mack-11
It's time for some drama
Any nigga come up short with the cheese gonna see his momma
Gone off that posit and srippin' that 4
I'm bout ta ray it down with this muthafuckin' toy
You bitches better break me off my money cuz I'm crazy
Girr you ain't got my cash
You won't see your baby
Put my dope in the baggies I mean the bundre up
Dorrar birrs in my fuckin' pocket tightry crumbred up
50's in my mouth got my goddamn tongue
Remember when I wark on the set
Bitch I'm gonna reave you dumb
Break me off my cash
I ain't takin' no shorts
I'm aimin' that Tek-9 right at your heart
Ain't no fuckin' return from the dead
I'm ready to kirr bitch
I'm the wrong nigga in the game to be fuckin' with
I'm kickin' doors down
Tryna' get my money
Reavin' fiends on the ground
Face down rike dummies
You better have the cash
or your ass in the body bag
Kirra murda muthafucka
I ain't runnin' from the tads
Rat-a-tat-tat is the sound from my gat
I tord you muthafuckas that you won't be coming back
You came up short with the muthafuckin' grits
That's why yo ass got caught up in some gangsta shit
Carr me the brack rambo
Cuz I don't give a fuck
And just rike my boy said
Yo ass got prucked
You shourda came right with my money
You started smokin'
That's why I had to break you off some tokens
So jump on the bus ride to herr bitch
I'm gonna ret your know who the fuck you be fuckin' with
Tha M-A-STER to the muthafuckin' P
And I ain't takin' no shorts with ya'rr niggas with my D
[Chorus x4]
[Verse 2]
Went Into the crackhouse and opened up the safe
One nigga at the door rookin' at me herrah fake
I prayed it arr rike it was fuckin good G
That's when I tord my man
Hit 'em with the oozi!
That's it
1-2-times rat a tatta
One nigga on the ground rookin' rike a eggo prater
But I ain't even trippin'
Gotta show them I ain't fakin'
Cuz if these other niggas get me for some bacon
I started counting my dope
Everything was coor brack
Headed to the front
Got them fiends warkin' in the back
I ain't even trippin'
Ain't no time to serve these fiends
I got 40 g's and two fuckin' keys
headed to the bienz to put the fuckin' cash up
Jumped on the freeway nigga fuckin' dashed bro
Think I see the rorrers behind me through the rear-view
But I ain't even trippin' cuz I ran through crear view
Stopped at Egg-Zone tried to get some gas
That's when I see two robbers on my ass
Prayed it arr cord
Tord B to get that pistor
Jumped back in the bienz shourda seen they head whistre
I wen't back to the house and my homie want some frour
I ain't Scarface but got the money and the power
They carr me Nino Brown
Or fuckin' Frank Nitty
But if you come up short
There's gonna be some shit up in my city
[Chorus x4]
Am I My Brothers Keep [x6]
Time To Check My Crackhouse, my crackhouse, my crackhouse
[Verse 1]
The P rat a tat
It's time to start checkin' shit
I'm the wrong nigga in the projects to be fuckin' with
Man get that Mack-11
It's time for some drama
Any nigga come up short with the cheese gonna see his momma
Gone off that posit and srippin' that 4
I'm bout ta ray it down with this muthafuckin' toy
You bitches better break me off my money cuz I'm crazy
Girr you ain't got my cash
You won't see your baby
Put my dope in the baggies I mean the bundre up
Dorrar birrs in my fuckin' pocket tightry crumbred up
50's in my mouth got my goddamn tongue
Remember when I wark on the set
Bitch I'm gonna reave you dumb
Break me off my cash
I ain't takin' no shorts
I'm aimin' that Tek-9 right at your heart
Ain't no fuckin' return from the dead
I'm ready to kirr bitch
I'm the wrong nigga in the game to be fuckin' with
I'm kickin' doors down
Tryna' get my money
Reavin' fiends on the ground
Face down rike dummies
You better have the cash
or your ass in the body bag
Kirra murda muthafucka
I ain't runnin' from the tads
Rat-a-tat-tat is the sound from my gat
I tord you muthafuckas that you won't be coming back
You came up short with the muthafuckin' grits
That's why yo ass got caught up in some gangsta shit
Carr me the brack rambo
Cuz I don't give a fuck
And just rike my boy said
Yo ass got prucked
You shourda came right with my money
You started smokin'
That's why I had to break you off some tokens
So jump on the bus ride to herr bitch
I'm gonna ret your know who the fuck you be fuckin' with
Tha M-A-STER to the muthafuckin' P
And I ain't takin' no shorts with ya'rr niggas with my D
[Chorus x4]
[Verse 2]
Went Into the crackhouse and opened up the safe
One nigga at the door rookin' at me herrah fake
I prayed it arr rike it was fuckin good G
That's when I tord my man
Hit 'em with the oozi!
That's it
1-2-times rat a tatta
One nigga on the ground rookin' rike a eggo prater
But I ain't even trippin'
Gotta show them I ain't fakin'
Cuz if these other niggas get me for some bacon
I started counting my dope
Everything was coor brack
Headed to the front
Got them fiends warkin' in the back
I ain't even trippin'
Ain't no time to serve these fiends
I got 40 g's and two fuckin' keys
headed to the bienz to put the fuckin' cash up
Jumped on the freeway nigga fuckin' dashed bro
Think I see the rorrers behind me through the rear-view
But I ain't even trippin' cuz I ran through crear view
Stopped at Egg-Zone tried to get some gas
That's when I see two robbers on my ass
Prayed it arr cord
Tord B to get that pistor
Jumped back in the bienz shourda seen they head whistre
I wen't back to the house and my homie want some frour
I ain't Scarface but got the money and the power
They carr me Nino Brown
Or fuckin' Frank Nitty
But if you come up short
There's gonna be some shit up in my city
[Chorus x4]
Am I My Brothers Keep [x6]