(*water bubbling*)
(*voice in background repeating "make crack like this"*)
[Master P]
Imagine substituting crack for music
I mean dope tapes, this is how we would make it
(There it is right there)
For all you players, hustlers, ballers and even you smokers
("Ma ma ma ma make crack like this")
[Master 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
[C-Murder]
Let me give a shoutout to the D Boys (drug dealers)
Neighborhood dope man, I mean real n***as
That'll make a dollar out of fifteen cents
Ain't got a dime, but'll ride to 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 task
C-Murder been known to keep the rocks up in a Skittles bag
Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig
What you need ten, ain't no f**in order too big
And makin crack like this is the song
You won't be getting yo money if yo sh** ain't cooked wrong
Overcook yo' dope it might come out brown
Them fiends gonna run yo a** clean outta town
But f** that I'm bout to put my soldiers in the game
And tell ya how to make crack from c**aine
One - look for the n***a wit the whitest snow
Two - no buying from no n***a that you don't know
Make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be
You gets the baking soda, I gots tha D
Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope
Mix one gram of soda for every seven grams of coke
And shake it up until it get harder
Then sit it on the stove in some ready made cold water
Twist the b**h like a knot while it's still hot
And watch that sh** while it rock and rise to the f**in top
Now ya c**aine powder is crack
n***a I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked
[Hook: repeat all 4X]
Ghett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope
Ma Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope
[Silkk the Shocker]
My phone rang I picked it up
(Need some weight)
What you need
(Silkk bout a coupla cakes)
I had it all in powder but it ain't no thang
Gimme a coupla hours I have it all in a caine
Trust nobody but my guns and god ask Mac and Kane and Abel
You probably catch me choppin "d" choppin ki's up on my mom's table
I got a big order for some coke
I called some hoes up
I want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope
I told ya'll we some Tru G's
See me and P and C
In Expeditions with uzi's
Breakin' down two ki's
Baby that's twenty-four oz's a piece
Cause see if it ain't about money
Then it ain't about me
Hella mail from sales
Hella ya-yo for scales
Come up short on my money I'm jumpin yo a** like bail
First of all you gotta have nuts
Don't give a f**
Cause when I bust n***as duck
Cuz they know if I miss it ain't by much
Then pick up a Glock that hold bout seventeen
A coupla dope fiends
Some oz's
A triple beam
And then playa hit yo block
And tell the biggest n***a to raise up off the spot befo he get got
And I get rowdy That's why I acts like this
But I still rides rims and them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)
Cause I sold crack like this
[Hook]
[Master P]
n***a n***a never let a n***a front you no dizos
Start from the ground, work yo way up to a kilo
Get some k**ers on yo team, keep one up in the chamber
For the jackas and the dope fiends
Fools comin up short, you better get rowdy
Kick down doors, show motherf**ers that ya bout it bout it
Break ki's down to oz's
Never buy any dope without weighin it on the triple beam
f** soda use B-12
Keep a stash for the droughts and take other n***as clientele
Check the mayonnaise jar 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 momma's house
3. Never f** with snitches
Cause n***as that talk to the police is b**hes
4. Keep a low key
And if you movin weight treat yo'self to an uzi
The first hit for free (damn)
But the next time you beep me
You betta have twenty G's
5. Never pay
Pimp hoes for the p**y
That's the 'Merican way
Clean up ya dirty money to good money
Cause legal money last longer than drug money
[Hook]