featuring see Loc 

[Silkk The Shocker] 

Once upon 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 want to 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 


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 'cause 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 way down in the Bayou swamps 

When niggas quick to get with some funk 

This hard as the fucker come up 

So the last thang I need is a begging motherfucker 

Stay strapped up, whenever if you will get tapped up 

The dope gang, fuck 

I live for it, nigga quick to kill for it 

Made 10 G's today, bout to get up and outie 

(Loc, why don't you let your bro hold ten dollars) 

Shit I ain't got it