[Silkk The Shocker] Once apon 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 wanna 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 [C-Loc] 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 cuz 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