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Sparks]
I gotta on this one daddy!!

[Peedi
Oh! Now for me mami...
clap for me mami...

I know a bit
I only the dirty words...

Crakk]
Holla at yo dog!
No benz, No ice, me in the hooptie
holdin the toolie, everything calm and
Got all these chicks to screw me
Gimmie the coochie, runnin all down her goochie (woman moans)
changed since smoke in the crime
Holdin my mama in the sayin "Fuck you ya honor!"

Crakk!!

[Peedi
Fitted, fresh, jersey as
Rocafella stains on my black and white shells
In too deep, niggaz got beef
smack you wit the heat, in the middle of the streets
Still, wearin my wit a fresh white tee
four-pound, two-clips, tips gone skeet you
So sweet, I don't lose no sleep
miss no meals, look how I eat without no
Drink liquor like a tongue, slick as a sailor
I be in a shirt, fit like it's tailored, whoa!!
Drinkin liquor gettin' in my waterbed
feelin' like a scholor all to your head
Oh I forgot, bigga probably bought her here
got her drunk, told her all the shit a wanna hear
I just, fuck em', em' wit the lights on
let her it's nuthin, crush em' wit my nikes on
Bout to get my flight on, or train
Pardon the name, but Crakk is just a of the game
Far as the change, just bustin' my
Duckin my ex, shermed up in the Lex
Now how the fuck you get all

[Chrous 2x]
the alarm!
another hater's
oh boy, aye!

the alarm!
when my gauge is
cock back, on
you and your

Sparks]
You cocksucker's got in ya blood
Y'all ain't happy that sparks got the desi-eagle in yo mug
I rock, like MTV
let the M-1 rock one of you
I a fuck about who catches a slug or who tells
'cause the kid got money for bail and if they get out a fuck who out
pricks still measly, still talkin greasy
the "ROC" is up and sold out
Y'all can't sell, and won't be seen like an NFL blackout
my go "Blakow!"
Don't make me put the cocked nine in front of yo eyes
and make y'all cock-eyed...(Woman speaking spanish)
Who the fuck can fuck wit B. Sieg, Free and
You young boys back up, the trucks back out
when the "ROC" enters the building your bet is get the fuck out
I clappers, get yo boys clapped up, fucker! (R-O-C..) Holla!

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Freeway bust shots, it don't who
even hug the block if i'm mad at you
takin turns comin thru what my niggaz do
takin' turns inside yo that's what my click will do
dark room, Cancun, interview
wit mamacita, Freeway, to meet you
All, damn day I got some for her
No, way I never got no for her
any day of the week, long-gun tucked day of the week
Freak Nia Long lookin just about any day of the week
guest ran thru sleep, got niggaz willing to grind
on your wit a package of sweet
(Starts singing)
'cause Free not up
See me anywhere, get stuck up
keep the heavy-hand, miss take off
toss them underwear, who those? my
come from under
Freeway, a boss don't you stare?
Haters, get lost you understand?
spit, be real don't you see these guns?
fuck the, ice don't you see these dudes?
we the ghetto, and they don't like our attitude
mami say I'm loco, she don't like my (Holla!)

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