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Cassidy - Crack lyrics
CRACK!! For the money you know how we play... we flip that C-R-A-C-K CRACK!! For the money you know how we play... we move that C-R-A-C-K CRACK!! For the money you know how we play... we sell that C-R-A-C-K [HOOK] Crack!! It got my niggaz addicted Crack!! But got my niggaz convicted Crack!! Why niggaz stand on the block Its called Crack!! It got my man and 'em shot I said Crack!! what niggaz sell for the cash Crack!! Got the women selling they ass Crack!! What the feins use to get high And the hustlers move to get by that's why the song called CRACK!! [VERSE 1] I got the cops drawn... I put the block on Over rare bout to stock viles of the popcorn Feins got the block warm getting they cop on My young'ns run the block till ev'ry one of the rocks gone And I got another block I'm puttin the pot on Strong enough to smell through the jar wit the top on Cop and be gone... If you come to the block drawn I'll hit you with the glock till ev'ry one of the shots gone He thought he was a thug he was all on his pop join' Till he got popped now he all on his rock join' I left him all on the block wit his top gone Law called his mom and pop they all on they shock join' I was just tryna make some bread for my family And ev'rybody got somebody dead in they family and ev'rybody got some crackheads in they family So it's no room to hate cause i kno you relate... My shit [HOOK] I'ma blow like propaine cause the flow flames It'll have you look like the cooked version of cocaine I spit crack homie... neva been wak homie I'm back homie... And I hold weight like I'm fat Tony Like a Soprano I stay with the ammo Push keys and make music but dont play the piano You could get blam! yo... I'm nice wit my hands doe You'll be looking like Rocky if you play like you Rambo I'm looking type Rocky when I hop out the Land Vo Bezel on the band whoa... rock on the hand glow It's all for the fans doe Thanks for the sup-port my 16s like the nicotine in a newport I'm like Too $hort... Pimpin these hoes I'm the best at inventin the flow since Hove What these other niggaz spittin is trash But it's like hittin a glass when you listen to Cass... My shit [HOOK] I still be fucking it all up Gettin it, mixin it cuttin, it all up I make hella cake and I'm addin it all up And I ain't sellin weight, man I'm baggin it all up My youngn's on the block they be knockin it all off Who you think the feins be coppin it all off My block got hard but we coppin it all soft If its snakes in the grass we choppin it all off If you play wit my cash I'm poppin at all ya Wit my face in a mask I'm choppin at all ya But due to the fact I be rappin and all that I be actin and all that I ain't clappin at y'all cats But before I did music and movies and all that I was moving in all black wit the toolies and all that But now I dont got time cause I'm eatin and all that I'm too decent for all that to be beefin wit y'all cats... You on [HOOK] CRACK!!!!, CRACK!!!!, CRACK!!!! ITS CALLED CRACK!!!!!!!! I SAID CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!!, CRACK!!!!, CRACK!!!!, CRACK!!!!!! |
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