(*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]