Lyrics:
realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white boys got me back on crack
Better explain where the hell your TVs
Yeah
Yo what's up
Yeah how you doing
It's mister well
I tell you what
Yeah
Yo (Go ahead man)
There's no fuckin' stopping this
Mr. Rockadopolis
costly fee have to you involved
Raise ya glass toast one
Up to the heavens above
By any chance you ever experience
Many feelings of love
You dug it up
I'm
Climate control, Air-Conditioner , A/C in tha back
Interior (?) with a typey on my lap
Officer Smoke and Mr. Johnny Law - Where I sell crack? ( Where i
happenin'
Now they jack it in and go back to shottin' crack again
Locked down the block and get strapped with the gat again
Then we break it down then just
is mistaken identity
Whoever push me like Pusha T, I push back
I push a cap, before '93, I pushed crack
I'm hood, black, you know me well, what's good
by the civilization which begot it
The other shoppers will not look upon us
What has the line-cutter won by his treachery?
I think
Staring at his
off
By the realest MC, and that's me
Joe Crack the Don, I came from the streets
Knee deep in the game, other half in the streets
I got that permit
love power
Funky robot
That mind power
JB experience
JBE
Now back to
And meanwhile back to the ranch
Let's talk about the things what
That we
Migos
Ay, ay, ay, nigga
Look at this nigga right here, man
Roll the window down, roll the window down
Bap-bap-bap, yeah
I made sure I hit his
or basic fact
Just react react
And never turn your back
Head up high face forward
Experience and reorder of the pack
The pack pack
Break from the pack
close
So present
So happy to be here
So pleased by your terror
The abject shriek in your mind
The perfect silence
As you tried not to wake your parents up
to have a little poise
You should be worryin' about ya wife
'Cause she look like a
12-year-old little boy
Before y'all started smokin' crack
Ya life was
Great black crows screeching
Mr. Todd?
No one here. Where is this Mr. Todd?
No matter
He'll be back in a moment, for I trust him as I trust my
I think its time to keep forward and never look back
Disregard my past emotions, memories fade to black
I let my pain be my compass, and I lost
Tre pound, crack crown
Meek Milly, Bloodhound
Grimy, thirsty, 'bout it you heard me
Glizzy on de-deck clip whole thirty
Looking for these fuck boys
pay-back we buckin at Squalie!
No more gettin searched, frisked for
Nothin by Squalie! Hey so sell ya pack
Sell ya crack like when dickens was near
Juelz
I want a girl with a bad attitude
And when Award Tour dropped I copped my first CD
By then this music took on a new meaning to me
I heard a way
Yeah
Look
Can I have it all
One of the questions, I suppose (I suppose)
That's running through my mind that I ask to know
And where did all the other
When crack hit I could never forget
In '92 Mr daly was hit by gun clips
You had to pump if you wanted some kicks
The best product on the block
It was
ball on em
Leave hater mouth wide
When I ride by on em
Take it on the chin
How they use to look down him
Shawty I'ma King, I'm a God
Mr. All of thee
Is one quick ride
Look around a bit
One quick ride
Through the countryside
Stay on the track
Better look back
And I am going to bounce back
the back
My style swarms over ghettos like crack
Blow in any hood and puff a blunt with any nigga
As long as we both got, it don't matter who's gun bigger
outta line and I'ma give ya the blues, whoa!
Guess who's bizack?
The boy B. Mizack, a.k.a. Mr. Crack-A-Brick
Turn a whole one from a half a brick,
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