[Silkk The Shocker]

Once apon a time in a crack house (a crack house)

a nigga was chopping up a key (a key)

It was drought season (season)

And everybody was fiending (fiending)

So they had to come and buy their dope from me



It all started back in the crack house

When I was counting up some dope and some mail

Now beaucoup pagers for sale

But I ain't have no more fucking yail

I had to get me some more

But all the dope is stupid move kinda slow

Black Adam we gonna go bust down in Texas

You know that's where I get my dope at

Taz was sweating kinda harder

So I took that plane ride to Georgia

But just remember that I was sitting on that thang

And that half that I got down in Florida

I had a bird but I chopped it up and I put it down to rocks (rocks)

That's when I make my come up, I hit my fucking block

Fiends was constant fucking sweating, now get out da door

I chop dimes to nickels, fuckers wanna see me chop some more

10's grow to 20's, 20's grow to 50's

We need some yale, holla at your nigga

Or just come and get me



[C-Loc]

Dear God can you hear me

My love for money's gonna kill me

Ya got me selling crack to the children

And its a shame cuz I love how I'm living



Peekin out the window, tryin to cope with a run of that indo

Parinoid as the fuck while I'm breaking down this kilo

Like some money to be made, ain't had dope in four days

As the fiends knock I keep off the block till Mr. gets paid

Selling phat packs, when I first react it's like dat

Pay man in flat

Throwing this block of dope trying to make my money back

Front you something bitch, front me some dollars

But if you ain't got no G's, shit nigga I can't hollar

Cause