[Chorus x 4]
  
  Time To Check My Crackhouse, my crackhouse, my crackhouse
  
  [Verse 1]
  
  The P rat a tat
  It's time to start checkin' shit
  I'm the wrong nigga in the projects to be fuckin' with
  Man get that Mack-11
  It's time for some drama
  Any nigga come up short with the cheese gonna see his momma
  Gone off that posit and slippin' that 4
  I'm bout ta lay it down with this muthafuckin' toy
  You bitches better break me off my money cuz I'm crazy
  Girl you ain't got my cash
  You won't see your baby
  Put my dope in the baggies I mean the bundle up
  Dollar bills in my fuckin' pocket tightly crumbled up
  50's in my mouth got my goddamn tongue
  Remember when I walk on the set
  Bitch I'm gonna leave you dumb
  Break me off my cash
  I ain't takin' no shorts
  I'm aimin' that Tek-9 right at your heart
  Ain't no fuckin' return from the dead
  I'm ready to kill bitch
  I'm the wrong nigga in the game to be fuckin' with
  I'm kickin' doors down
  Tryna' get my money
  Leavin' fiends on the ground
  Face down like dummies
  You better have the cash
  or your ass in the body bag
  Killa murda muthafucka
  I ain't runnin' from the tads
  Rat-a-tat-tat is the sound from my gat
  I told you muthafuckas that you won't be coming back
  You came up short with the muthafuckin' grits
  That's why yo ass got caught up in some gangsta shit
  Call me the black rambo
  Cuz I don't give a fuck
  And just like my boy said
  Yo ass got plucked
  You shoulda came right with my money
  You started smokin'
  That's why I had to break you off some tokens
  So jump on the bus ride to hell bitch
  I'm gonna let your know who the fuck you be fuckin' with
  Tha M-A-STER to the muthafuckin' P
  And I ain't takin' no shorts with ya'll niggas with my D
  
  [Chorus x 4]
  
  [Verse 2]
  
  Went Into the crackhouse and opened up the safe
  One nigga at the door lookin' at me hellah fake
  I played it all like it was fuckin good G
  That's when I told my man
  Hit 'em with the oozi!
  That's it
  1-2-times rat a tatta
  One nigga on the ground lookin' like a eggo plater
  But I ain't even trippin'
  Gotta show them I ain't fakin'
  Cuz if these other niggas get me for some bacon
  I started counting my dope
  Everything was cool black
  Headed to the front
  Got them fiends walkin' in the back
  I ain't even trippin'
  Ain't no time to serve these fiends
  I got 40 g's and two fuckin' keys
  headed to the bienz to put the fuckin' cash up
  Jumped on the freeway nigga fuckin' dashed bro
  Think I see the rollers behind me through the rear-view
  But I ain't even trippin' cuz I ran through clear view
  Stopped at Egg-Zone tried to get some gas
  That's when I see two robbers on my ass
  Played it all cold
  Told B to get that pistol
  Jumped back in the bienz shoulda seen they head whistle
  I wen't back to the house and my homie want some flour
  I ain't Scarface but got the money and the power
  They call me Nino Brown
  Or fuckin' Frank Nitty
  But if you come up short
  There's gonna be some shit up in my city
  
  [chorus x 4]
  
  Am I My Brothers Keep (x 6)