[Freeway]
  za-za za-za-za za-za
    [Omillio Sparks]
  I gotta snap on this one daddy!!
    [Peedi Crakk]
  Oh! Now clap for me mami...
  Just clap for me mami...
    [Freeway]
  I know a little bit
  I only know the dirty words...
    [Peedi Crakk]
  Holla at yo fuckin dog!
  No benz, No ice, just me in the hooptie
  holdin the toolie, everything calm and cooly
  Got all these chicks tryin to screw me
  Gimmie the coochie, sperm runnin all down her coochie (woman moans)
  Alot changed since smoke in the crime
  Holdin my mama in the court sayin "Fuck you ya honor!"
    [Freeway]
  Yeah Crakk!!
    [Peedi Crakk]
  Fitted, fresh, jersey as well
  Rocafella Nam'sayin on my black and white shells
  In too deep, niggaz still got beef
  Still smack you wit the heat, in the middle of the streets
  Still, wearin my best wit a fresh white tee
  four-pound, two-clips, hollow tips gone skeet you
  So sweet, that I don't lose no sleep
  miss no meals, this guy eats without no deal
  Drink liquor like a pirate tongue, slick as a sailor
  high like a pilot shirt, foot like a seller, whoa!!
  Drinkin liquor gettin' brain in my waterbed
  feelin' like a skylark next to your daughter head
  Oh I forgot, bigga nigga probably bought her here
  got her drunk, talkin all the shit a whore wanna hear
  I just, fuck em', buck em' wit the lights on
  let her know it's nuthin, crush em' wit my night saw
  Bout to get my flight on, charter or train
  Pardon the name, but Crakk is just a part of the game
  Far as the change, just bustin' my checks
  Duckin my ex, gettin' shermed up in the Lex
  Now how the fuck you get all that??
    [Chrous repeat 2x]
  Ring the alarm!
  another hater's dying
  oh boy, aye!
    Ring the alarm!
  when my gauge is firing
  cock back, dump on
  you and your moms
    [Omillio Sparks]
  You cocksucker's got hate in ya blood
  Y'all ain't happy that sparks got the cocked desi-eagle in yo mug
  I rock, like MTV unplugged
  let the M-1 rock one of you fucks
  I gives a fuck about who catches a slug or who tells
  cuz the kid got money for bail and if they get out give a fuck who out
  pricks still talkin measly, still talkin greasy
  the "ROC" is rocked up and sold out
  Y'all can't sell, and y'all won't be seen like an NFL blackout
  my guns go "Blakow!"
  Don't make me put the cocked nine right in front of yo eyes
  and make y'all fucks cock-eyed...(Woman speaking spanish)
  Who the fuck can fuck wit B. Sieg, Free and Omillio?
  You young boys back up, while the trucks back out
  when the "ROC" enters the building your best bet is get the fuck out
  I bring clappers, get yo boys clapped up, fucker! (R-O-C..) Holla!
    [Chorus 2x]
    [Freeway]
  Freeway bust shots, it don't matter who
  can't even hug the block if i'm mad at you
  takin turns comin thru that's what my niggaz do
  takin' turns inside yo chick that's what my click will do
  dark room, Cancun, spanish interview
  wit mamacita, Freeway, charmed to meet you
  All, damn day I got some dick for her
  No, way I never got no chips for her
  any day of the week, long-gun tucked every day of the week
  Freak Nia Long lookin honey just about any day of the week
  guest ran thru sleep, got young niggaz willing to grind
  on your block wit a package of sweet
  (Starts singing)
  Cuz Free not stuck up
  See me anywhere, won't get stuck up
  keep the heavy-hand, miss take that off
  toss them underwear, who those? my balls
  come from under there
  Freeway, a boss don't you wanna stare?