Paroles Time to check my crackhouse Master P

Time to check my crackhouse

[chorus x 4]

Time to check my crackhouse, my crackhouse, my crackhouse

[verse 1]

The p rat a tat
Its time to start checkin shit
Im the wrong nigga in the projects to be fuckin with
Man get that mack-11
Its time for some drama
Any nigga come up short with the cheese gonna see his momma
Gone off that posit and slippin that 4
Im bout ta lay it down with this muthafuckin toy
You bitches better break me off my money cuz Im crazy
Girl you aint got my cash
You wont see your baby
Put my dope in the baggies I mean the bundle up
Dollar bills in my fuckin pocket tightly crumbled up
50s in my mouth got my goddamn tongue
Remember when I walk on the set
Bitch Im gonna leave you dumb
Break me off my cash
I aint takin no shorts
Im aimin that tek-9 right at your heart
Aint no fuckin return from the dead
Im ready to kill bitch
Im the wrong nigga in the game to be fuckin with
Im kickin doors down
Tryna get my money
Leavin fiends on the ground
Face down like dummies
You better have the cash
Or your ass in the body bag
Killa murda muthafucka
I aint runnin from the tads
Rat-a-tat-tat is the sound from my gat
I told you muthafuckas that you wont be coming back
You came up short with the muthafuckin grits
Thats why yo ass got caught up in some gangsta shit
Call me the black rambo
Cuz I dont give a fuck
And just like my boy said
Yo ass got plucked
You shoulda came right with my money
You started smokin
Thats why I had to break you off some tokens
So jump on the bus ride to hell bitch
Im gonna let your know who the fuck you be fuckin with
Tha m-a-ster to the muthafuckin p
And I aint takin no shorts with yall niggas with my d

[chorus x 4]

[verse 2]

Went into the crackhouse and opened up the safe
One nigga at the door lookin at me hellah fake
I played it all like it was fuckin good g
Thats when I told my man
Hit em with the oozi!
Thats it
1-2-times rat a tatta
One nigga on the ground lookin like a eggo plater
But I aint even trippin
Gotta show them I aint fakin
Cuz if these other niggas get me for some bacon
I started counting my dope
Everything was cool black
Headed to the front
Got them fiends walkin in the back
I aint even trippin
Aint no time to serve these fiends
I got 40 gs 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 rollers behind me through the rear-view
But I aint even trippin cuz I ran through clear view
Stopped at egg-zone tried to get some gas
Thats when I see two robbers on my ass
Played it all cold
Told b to get that pistol
Jumped back in the bienz shoulda seen they head whistle
I went back to the house and my homie want some flour
I aint scarface but got the money and the power
They call me nino brown
Or fuckin frank nitty
But if you come up short
Theres gonna be some shit up in my city

[chorus x 4]

Am I my brothers keep (x 6)