Master P is vague about any illicit activities as a teen-ager in the Calliope Projects of New Orleans, but in the semi-autobiographical film 'I'm Bout It' he plays a drug dealer and crack-house.
[Chorus x 4]Time To Check My Crackhouse, my crackhouse, my crackhouse Jackson serial number.
- I just woke up this morning and turned on YouTube and in my recommended videos I saw “The Ghettos Tryin To k!ll Me”. I only heard of Master P in reference to his business and I’ve honestly only heard of Silkk the Shocker off of here to be honest.
- Lyrics to 'Time To Check My Crackhouse' by Master P. / Am I My Brothers Keep (x 6) The P rat a tat It's time to start checkin' shit I'm the wrong nigga in the projects to be fuckin' with.
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Crack House The Movie
[Verse 1]The P rat a tatIt's time to start checkin' shitI'm the wrong nigga in the projects to be fuckin' withMan get that Mack-11It's time for some dramaAny nigga come up short with the cheese gonna see his mommaGone off that powda and slippin' that 4I'm bout ta lay it down with this muthafuckin' toyYou bitches better break me off my money cuz I'm crazyGirl you ain't got my cashYou won't see your babyPut my dope in the baggies I mean the bumble upDollar bills in my fuckin' pocket tightly crumbled up50's in my mouth got my goddamn tonguenum but when I walk on the setBitch I'm gonna leave you dumbBreak me off my cashI ain't takin' no shortsI'm aimin' that Tek-9 right at your heartAin't no fuckin' return from the deadI'm ready to kill bitchI'm the wrong nigga in the game to be fuckin' withI'm kickin' doors downTryna' get my moneyLeavin' fiends on the groundFace down like dummiesYou better have the cashor your ass in the body bagKilla murda muthafuckaI ain't runnin' from the tadsRat-a-tat-tat is the sound from my gatI told you muthafuckas that you won't be coming backYou came up short with the muthafuckin' gritsThat's why yo ass got caught up in some gangsta shitCall me the black ramboCuz I don't give a fuckAnd just like my boy saidYo ass got pluckedYou shoulda came right with my moneyYou started smokin'That's why I had to break you off some tokensSo jump on the bus ride to hell bitchI'm gonna let your know who the fuck you be fuckin' withTha M-A-STER to the muthafuckin' PAnd 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 safeOne nigga at the door lookin' at me hellah fakeI played it off like it was fuckin good GThat's when I told my manHit 'em with the oozi!That's it1-2-times rat a tattaOne nigga on the ground lookin' like a eggo platerBut I ain't even trippin'Gotta show them I ain't fakin'Cuz if these other niggas get me for some baconI started counting my dopeEverything was cool blackHeaded to the frontGot them fiends walkin' in the backI ain't even trippin'Ain't no time to serve these fiendsI got 40 g's and two fuckin' keysheaded to the bienz to put the fuckin' cash upJumped on the freeway nigga fuckin' dashed broThink I see the rollers behind me through the rear-viewBut I ain't even trippin' cuz I ran through clear viewStopped at Egg-Zone tried to get some gasThat's when I see two robbers on my assPlayed it all coldTold B to get that pistolJumped back in the bienz shoulda seen they head whistleI wen't back to the house and my homie want some flourI ain't Scarface but got the money and the powerThey call me Nino BrownOr fuckin' Frank NittyBut if you come up shortThere's gonna be some shit up in my city[chorus x 4]Am I My Brothers Keep (x 6) https://sghexsp.weebly.com/alienfx-download-windows-10.html.
Crack House Pictures
[Hook 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 motherfuckin' 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
[Hook 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 Uzi
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
[Hook x 4]
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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 motherfuckin' 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
[Hook 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 Uzi
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
[Hook x 4]
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