here's one of the best crack songs
Master P - Ghetto D Lyrics
Masta P
Imagine substitutin crack for music
I mean dope
tapes
This is how we would make it. (There it is right
there)
For all you playas, hustlaz, ballas and even you
smokas
Ma ma ma ma make crack like this
Masta P
Ghetto Dope No Limit Records
(Ma ma ma make
crack like this)
Part of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom
of Speech Committee.
Thank you dope fiends for your
support. Ha ha.
(Beat starts)
C Murder
Let me give a shot out to the D Boys (drug dealas)
Neighborhood dope man
I mean real niggas
Thata make
a dolla out a fifteen cents
Ain't got a dime, but I
rides and pay the rent
Professional crackslanger I serve
fiends
I once went to jail for having rocks up in my
jeans
But nowadays I be too smart for the Taz
C Murder
been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man
Waitin
on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig
What you
need ten
Ain't no fuckin order too big
And makin
crack like this is the song
You won't be getting yo
money if yo shit ain't cooked long
Never cook yo dope
it might come out brown
Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean
outa town
But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in
the game
And tell ya how to make crack from cocaine.
1. Look for the nigga wit the whitest snow
2. No buying
from no nigga that you don't know
make yo way to the
kitchen where the stove be
You get the baking soda I got yo
D
Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope
Mix one
gram of soda every seven grams of coke
An shake it up until
it get harder
Then sit the tube in some ready made cold
water
Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still
hot
And watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin
top
Now ya cocaine powda is crack.
Nigga I hopes you
strapped cause you might get jacked.
Ghett Ghett
Ghett Ghetto Dope
Ma Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett
Ghetto Dope (Repeat 4times)
Silkk
My phone rang
I picked it up
(Need some weight)
What you need
(Silkk bout a coupla K)
I had it all into powder but it
ain't no thang
Gimme a coupla hours I have it all in a
cake
Trust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and
Abel
You probably catch me choppin ki's choppin
ki's up on my mom'stable
I got a big order for
some coke
I called some hoes up
I want ya'll but
naked while you cookin up my dope
I told ya'll we some
Tru G's
See me and P and C
??? with uzi's
Choppin up two ki's
Baby twenty-four oz's a
piece
Cause see if it ain't about money
Then it
ain't about me
Hella mail from sales
Hella yeah
for scales
Come up short
My money jumpin yo ass like
bail
First of all you gotta have nuts
Don't give
a fuck
Cause when I bust niggas guts
They know if it
miss it ain't by much
Thinkin short like I'm only
seventeen
A coupla dope fiends
Some oz's
A
triple beam
And then playa hit yo block
And tell a
bitch nigga to raise up off the spot
That's why I acts
like this
But I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make
Crack like this)
I made crack like this
Chorus
Masta P
Nigga Nigga never let a
nigga
Front you no dizos
Start from the ground
Work yo way up to a kilo
Get some killas on yo team
Keep one up in the chamber
For the jackas and the dope
fiends
Fools come short get rowdy
Kick down doors
Show mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it
Break ki's
down to oz's
Never buy any dope
Without weighin
it on the triple beam
Fuck soda use V-12
Keep a stash
for the tryin to take other niggas clientele
Check the man
made junk for residue
Cause every fiend you miss want three
or two
1. Never talk on the phone in ya house
2. Never
slang dope out ya baby momma's house
3. Never fuck
with snitches
Cause niggas that talk to the police is
bitches
4. Keep a low key
And if you movin weight
Treat yo'self to an uzi
The first hit for free
(damn)
But the next time you see me
You betta have
twenty G
5. Never pay
Pimp hoes for the pussy
That's the 'Merican way
Clean up ya dirty money
to good money
Cause legal money last longer than drug
money.
Chorus.
Fade Out.
Master P - Ghetto D Lyrics
Masta P
Imagine substitutin crack for music
I mean dope
tapes
This is how we would make it. (There it is right
there)
For all you playas, hustlaz, ballas and even you
smokas
Ma ma ma ma make crack like this
Masta P
Ghetto Dope No Limit Records
(Ma ma ma make
crack like this)
Part of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom
of Speech Committee.
Thank you dope fiends for your
support. Ha ha.
(Beat starts)
C Murder
Let me give a shot out to the D Boys (drug dealas)
Neighborhood dope man
I mean real niggas
Thata make
a dolla out a fifteen cents
Ain't got a dime, but I
rides and pay the rent
Professional crackslanger I serve
fiends
I once went to jail for having rocks up in my
jeans
But nowadays I be too smart for the Taz
C Murder
been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man
Waitin
on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig
What you
need ten
Ain't no fuckin order too big
And makin
crack like this is the song
You won't be getting yo
money if yo shit ain't cooked long
Never cook yo dope
it might come out brown
Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean
outa town
But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in
the game
And tell ya how to make crack from cocaine.
1. Look for the nigga wit the whitest snow
2. No buying
from no nigga that you don't know
make yo way to the
kitchen where the stove be
You get the baking soda I got yo
D
Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope
Mix one
gram of soda every seven grams of coke
An shake it up until
it get harder
Then sit the tube in some ready made cold
water
Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still
hot
And watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin
top
Now ya cocaine powda is crack.
Nigga I hopes you
strapped cause you might get jacked.
Ghett Ghett
Ghett Ghetto Dope
Ma Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett
Ghetto Dope (Repeat 4times)
Silkk
My phone rang
I picked it up
(Need some weight)
What you need
(Silkk bout a coupla K)
I had it all into powder but it
ain't no thang
Gimme a coupla hours I have it all in a
cake
Trust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and
Abel
You probably catch me choppin ki's choppin
ki's up on my mom'stable
I got a big order for
some coke
I called some hoes up
I want ya'll but
naked while you cookin up my dope
I told ya'll we some
Tru G's
See me and P and C
??? with uzi's
Choppin up two ki's
Baby twenty-four oz's a
piece
Cause see if it ain't about money
Then it
ain't about me
Hella mail from sales
Hella yeah
for scales
Come up short
My money jumpin yo ass like
bail
First of all you gotta have nuts
Don't give
a fuck
Cause when I bust niggas guts
They know if it
miss it ain't by much
Thinkin short like I'm only
seventeen
A coupla dope fiends
Some oz's
A
triple beam
And then playa hit yo block
And tell a
bitch nigga to raise up off the spot
That's why I acts
like this
But I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make
Crack like this)
I made crack like this
Chorus
Masta P
Nigga Nigga never let a
nigga
Front you no dizos
Start from the ground
Work yo way up to a kilo
Get some killas on yo team
Keep one up in the chamber
For the jackas and the dope
fiends
Fools come short get rowdy
Kick down doors
Show mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it
Break ki's
down to oz's
Never buy any dope
Without weighin
it on the triple beam
Fuck soda use V-12
Keep a stash
for the tryin to take other niggas clientele
Check the man
made junk for residue
Cause every fiend you miss want three
or two
1. Never talk on the phone in ya house
2. Never
slang dope out ya baby momma's house
3. Never fuck
with snitches
Cause niggas that talk to the police is
bitches
4. Keep a low key
And if you movin weight
Treat yo'self to an uzi
The first hit for free
(damn)
But the next time you see me
You betta have
twenty G
5. Never pay
Pimp hoes for the pussy
That's the 'Merican way
Clean up ya dirty money
to good money
Cause legal money last longer than drug
money.
Chorus.
Fade Out.