Ghetto d
Master P Song Lyrics

Water bubbling, Voice in background repeating make crack like thisMasta P Imagine substitutin crack for musicI mean dope tapesThis is how we would make it. (There it is right there)For all you playas, hustlaz, ballas and even you smokasMa ma ma ma make crack like this Masta PGhetto 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 MurderLet 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 centsAin'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 jeansBut nowadays I be too smart for the TazC Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet manWaitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you digWhat you need tenAin't no fuckin order too bigAnd makin crack like this is the songYou won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked longNever cook yo dope it might come out brownThem fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa townBut 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 snow2. No buying from no nigga that you don't knowmake yo way to the kitchen where the stove beYou get the baking soda I got yo DGet the triple beam and measure out yo dopeMix one gram of soda every seven grams of cokeAn shake it up until it get harder Then sit the tube in some ready made cold waterTwist the bitch like a knot while it's still hotAnd watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin topNow ya cocaine powda is crack.Nigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked.Ghett Ghett Ghett Ghetto DopeMa Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope (Repeat 4 times)SilkkMy 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 cakeTrust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and AbelYou probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's tableI got a big order for some cokeI called some hoes upI want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dopeI 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 meHella mail from salesHella yeah for scalesCome up short My money jumpin yo ass like bailFirst 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 muchThinkin short like I'm only seventeenA coupla dope fiendsSome oz's A triple beamAnd then playa hit yo block And tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spotThat's why I acts like thisBut I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)I made crack like thisChorusMasta P Nigga Nigga never let a niggaFront you no dizos Start from the ground Work yo way up to a kiloGet some killas on yo teamKeep one up in the chamberFor the jackas and the dope fiendsFools come short get rowdyKick 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 beamFuck soda use V-12 Keep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clienteleCheck the man made junk for residue Cause every fiend you miss want three or two1. Never talk on the phone in ya house2. Never slang dope out ya baby momma's house3. Never fuck with snitchesCause niggas that talk to the police is bitches4. Keep a low keyAnd 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 G5. Never payPimp hoes for the pussy That's the 'Merican wayClean up ya dirty money to good moneyCause legal money last longer than drug money.Chorus.Fade Out.