[Featuring see Murder Silkk The Shocker]

Water bubbling

Voice in background repeating "make crack like this"

Masta P

Imagine substitutin crack for music

I mean dope tapes

This is how we would make it. (There it is right there)

For all you playas hustlaz ballas and even you smokas

Ma ma ma ma make crack like this

Masta P

Ghetto 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)

see Murder

Let 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 cents

Ain'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 jeans

But nowadays I be too smart for the Taz

see Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man

Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig

What you need ten

Ain't no fuckin order too big

And makin crack like this is the song

You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long

Never cook yo dope it might come out brown

Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town

But 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 snow

2. No buying from no nigga that you don't know

make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be

You get the baking soda I got yo D

Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope

Mix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke

An shake it up until it bubble up an get harder

Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water

Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot

And watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top

Now ya cocaine powda is crack.

Nigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked.

Ghett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope

Ma Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope (Repeat 4 times)

Silkk

My 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 cake

Trust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel

You probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table

I got a big order for some coke

I called some hoes up

I want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope

I told ya'll we some Tru G's

See me and P and see

See expeditions 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 me

Hella mail from sales

Hella yeah for scales

Come up short

My money jumpin yo ass like bail

First of all you gotta have nuts

Don't give a fuck

Nigga's duck when I bust

'cause they know if I miss it ain't by much

Thinkin short like I'm only seventeen

A coupla dope fiends

Some oz's

A triple beam

And then playa hit yo block

And tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot

That's why I acts like this

But I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)

I made crack like this

Chorus

Masta P

Nigga Nigga never let a nigga

Front you no dizos

Start from the ground

Work yo way up to a kilo

Get some killas on yo team

Keep one up in the chamber

For the jackas and the dope fiends

Fools come short get rowdy

Kick 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 beam

Fuck soda use be -12

Keep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele

Check the man made junk for residue

Cause every fiend you miss want three or two

1. Never talk on the phone in ya house

2. Never slang dope out ya baby momma's house

3. Never fuck with snitches

Cause niggas that talk to the police is bitches

4. Keep a low key

And 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 G

5. Never pay

Pimp hoes for the pussy

That's the 'Merican way

Clean up ya dirty money to good money

Cause legal money last longer than drug money.

Chorus.

Fade Out.


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    thank you master p.......

    sweetcheese_101on May 03, 2002   Link
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    General Comment

    This song helped me find the finest dope. I now know what to look for when buying an 8-ball or some weed. I agree, thank you Master P for teaching me how to buy the dopest dope.

    Tom Selleckon December 14, 2004   Link
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    There really just aren't enough songs out there oulining the steps in drug production. I was gonna Google it, but Master P laid it out so simple.

    NillaHeadon February 15, 2005   Link
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    nobody can get this right the lyrics are

    [Master P] Imagine substitutin crack for music I mean dope tapes, this is how we would make it (There it is right there) For all you players, hustlers, ballers and even you smokers

    ("Ma ma ma ma make crack like this")

    [Master P] Ghetto 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

    [C-Murder] Let me give a shotout to the D Boys (drug dealerss) Neighborhood dope man, I mean real niggas that'll make a dollar out of fifteen cents Ain'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 jeans But nowadays I be too smart for the task C-Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skittles bag Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig What you need ten, ain't no fuckin order too big And makin crack like this is the song You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long Overcook yo' dope it might come out brown Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outta town But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldiers in the game And tell ya how to make crack from cocaine One - look for the nigga wit the whitest snow Two - no buying from no nigga that you don't know Make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be You get the baking soda I got yo D Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope Mix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke An shake it up until it bubble up and get harder Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot And watch that shit rock and rise to the fuckin top Now ya cocaine powder is crack Nigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked

    [Chorus: repeat all 4X] Ghett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope Ma Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope

    [Silkk the Shocker] My phone rang I picked it up (Need some weight) What you need (Silkk bout a coupla cakes) I had it all into powder but it ain't no thang Gimme a coupla hours I have it all into cake Trust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel You probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table I got a big order for some coke I called some hoes up I want ya'll butt naked while you cookin up my dope I told ya'll we some Tru G's See me and P and C ??? with uzi's breakin down two ki's That'll be twenty-four z's a piece Cause see if it ain't about money Then it ain't about me Hella mail from sales Hella yeah for scales Come up short My money jumpin yo ass like bail First of all you gotta have nuts Don't give a fuck Cause when I bust niggas duck They know if it miss it ain't by much Thinkin short like I'm only seventeen A coupla dope fiends Some oz's A triple beam And then playa hit yo block And tell the biggest nigga to raise up off the spot That's why I acts like this But I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this) I sold crack like this

    [Chorus]

    [Master P] Nigga Nigga never let a nigga front you no dizos Start from a gram, work yo way up to a kilo Get some killers on yo team, keep one up in the chamber For the jackas and the dope fiends Fools come short get rowdy Kick down doors, show motherfuckers that ya bout it bout it Break ki's down to oz's Never buy any dope without weighin it on the triple beam Fuck soda use V-12 Keep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele Check the mayonnaise jar for residue Cause every fiend you miss want three or two

    1. Never talk on the phone in ya house
    2. Never slang dope out ya baby momma's house
    3. Never fuck with snitches Cause niggas that talk to the police is bitches
    4. Keep a low key And if you movin weight treat yo'self to a uzi The first hit for free (damn) But the next time you see me You betta have twenty G
    5. Never pay Pimp hoes for the pussy That's the 'Merican way Clean up ya dirty money to good money Cause legal money last longer than drug money

    [Chorus]

    jordanndanielon February 16, 2010   Link

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