Ghetto D

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[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

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[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

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