[INTRO:]
Ma niggas is coke ya.
It's crackalagy.
1 on 1 nigga.
I breed you niggas.
Ma sons AWWWW
[Verse 1:]
The penalty is death and im inflictin' the torch and the best of the best couldn't mess with the boogie down bronxster its heavy promo catchin beef with Joe but my man don't get caught up in these streets alone they'll be heavy choppers firin motherfuckers is dyin niggas in runnin helicopters is flyin all these suckers is lyin tellin the feds to see me and I was just island hopin some wala tahele I think its called Fiji or summin like that get yo shit pushed mofucker fuckin with crack catch a 100 in ya cap yo brain be by ya waste line LV on this track hell of a base line remind me of the times I was servin those base lines only Puerto Rican and Harlem now that's stardom ghetto celeb I been since I was younger 100 mill strong still dyin of hunger under the chinchilla believe me the shits realer this piece'll leave ya in pieces and make you sleep better the streets terror the weak better treat mena keep berrettas for these people and creep (fuckin crazy niggas) crack nigga
[Chorus: x2]
Damnnn those guys are gettin dough that's why all these gangsters come to coke we get money money ya'll got nothin for me and if you get caught nigga don't mention Joe
[Verse 2:]
I keep hearin that's cracks tha truth real niggas is screamin yo Joe get back in the booth yea I do it for the niggas who be huggin the blocks those jack boys don't give a fuck dumpin at cops these niggas crazy some more real they'll get you for everythin even yo poor war grill yes nigga its survival out here these niggas don't even respect the bible out here it spirals out here cars and kings too that's the only thing this summer gon bring you I seen it all man they love it when I spit cane walk through the middle and speed with the big chain I got em' sick main look how the shit playin piss stain yellow pebble bezel on the wrist main you aint Pac you aint even a great actor matter a fact you is a great actor im 1 O G you need to respect specially if you don't want niggas to see through ya chest (yesss) I caught his momma at the face to face now she layin in St. Raymond's in section 8 nigga (follow me now) (shit)
[Chorus x2]
[Outro:]
Yeah this goes out to all the niggas gutter the gutter jails to jails.
All my niggas playin the yard right now doin pull ups pumpin this shit in yer headsets I love you niggas.
Crack
Otis Ville you know its real.
Rakas haha.
All my niggas holdin it down.
All my street niggas gangster niggasss.
Dope boys haha.
COOK [echo]
[Music fades out]
compositores: BOB HANSSON, JOSEPH CARTAGENA, LEVAN RYAN COPPIN
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