Master P Time To Check My Crackhouse Lyrics

[Chorus x 4]

Time To Check My Crackhouse, my crackhouse, my crackhouse

[Verse 1]

The P rat a tat
It's time to start checkin' s___
I'm the wrong n____ in the projects to be f___in' with
Man get that Mack-11
It's time for some drama
Any n____ come up short with the cheese gonna see his momma
Gone off that powda and slippin' that 4
I'm bout ta lay it down with this m____fuckin' toy
You b____es 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 b__ble up
Dollar bills in my f___in' pocket tightly crumbled up
50's in my mouth got my g______ tongue
num but when I walk on the set
b____ 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 f___in' return from the dead
I'm ready to kill b____
I'm the wrong n____ in the game to be f___in' 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 a__ in the body bag
Killa murda m____fucka
I ain't runnin' from the tads
Rat-a-tat-tat is the sound from my gat
I told you m____fuckas that you won't be coming back
You came up short with the m____fuckin' grits
That's why yo a__ got caught up in some gangsta s___
Call me the black rambo
Cuz I don't give a f___
And just like my boy said
Yo a__ 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 b____
I'm gonna let your know who the f___ you be f___in' with
Tha M-A-STER to the m____fuckin' P
And I ain't takin' no shorts with ya'll n____s with my D

[Chorus x 4]

[Verse 2]

Went Into the crackhouse and opened up the safe
One n____ at the door lookin' at me hellah fake
I played it off like it was f___in good G
That's when I told my man
Hit 'em with the oozi!
That's it
1-2-times rat a tatta
One n____ 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 n____s 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 f___in' keys
headed to the bienz to put the f___in' cash up
Jumped on the freeway n____ f___in' 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 a__
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 f___in' Frank Nitty
But if you come up short
There's gonna be some s___ up in my city

[chorus x 4]

Am I My Brothers Keep (x 6)