Cassidy - Crack lyrics
[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
Crack! It got my niggas addicted
Crack! But got my niggas convicted
Crack! Why niggas stand on the block
Its called Crack! It got my man and 'em shot
I said Crack! what niggas 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!
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
I'mma 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
Don't 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 niggas spittin is trash
But it's like hittin a glass when
You listen to Cass my shit
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 it's 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 don't 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
Crack!, crack!, crack! Its called crack!!
I said crack! Crack!, crack!, crack!, crack!
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
Crack! It got my niggas addicted
Crack! But got my niggas convicted
Crack! Why niggas stand on the block
Its called Crack! It got my man and 'em shot
I said Crack! what niggas 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!
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
I'mma 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
Don't 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 niggas spittin is trash
But it's like hittin a glass when
You listen to Cass my shit
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 it's 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 don't 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
Crack!, crack!, crack! Its called crack!!
I said crack! Crack!, crack!, crack!, crack!