Is his stories facts or cap? They wanna know
Was he really runnin' the trap? They wanna know
How he been hot since the fever? They wanna know
Don Cartagena, the leader, they wanna know
Did he really rob the gym? They wanna know
Trippin' referees in Louis Timbs? They wanna know
Peace to the gods, Crack Kim, they wanna know
Since five, they been callin' him him, you better know
A new day, it's the same old shit
One hand on the brick, the other hand on your bitch
I do this in abundance, it's never enough
Tryna go to shoppin' therapy, enough is enough
Blew two million in the fourth quarter
It was all on drip, ain't even see the jeweler for water
Niggas ain't fly like me, I will embarrass you
Even if you wear ten layers and a parachute
Used to move through the border like I had a disorder
Money disease, look what the hard times taught us
I'm from the era where Pac and BIG's from
Got seven MAC-11s and that's a big pun
Giraffe on my wrist, used to live by the bundle
Got a shorty out in Cali and she stay in the jungle
Is his stories facts or cap? They wanna know
Was he really runnin' the trap? They wanna know
How he been hot since the fever? They wanna know
Don Cartagena, the leader, they better know
Did he really rob the gym? They wanna know
Trippin' referees in Louis Timbs? They wanna know
Peace to the gods, Crack Kim, they wanna know
Since five, they been callin' him him, you better know
Bust a shot for niggas behind bars
Stuck behind walls, and lovin' the foreign cars
Too many men killin' niggas over bitches
Must've forgot it's always niggas over bitches
I led a crime wave back in '88
Distribution of heroin, traffic to many states
Had a nigga that we tortured for days
Hot iron to his balls, yeah, we forced him to pay
Kick in the door with the MAC and the K's
Tell him everybody's dyin' If nobody pays
God bless who got caught with a straight
They shot at me like a hundred times back in the day
Remember back in the day, shit changed up inside
Remember they used to dunk, but now they crash, right?
For the love of fat asses, beautiful face
Never asked for shit, knowin' she gettin' away
A few bags and Rolexes, that's how she stay
Couple niggas on the roster and everyone pay
I had a bitch that made pasta, salad, and steak
Played myself playin' her, wish I had her today
Remember back in the day, shit changed up inside
Remember they used to dunk, but now they crash, right?
Is his stories facts or cap? They wanna know
Was he really runnin' the trap? They wanna know
How he been hot since the fever? They wanna know
Don Cartagena, the leader, they wanna know
Did he really rob the gym? They wanna know
Trippin' referees in Louis Timbs? They wanna know
Peace to the gods, Crack Kim, they wanna know
Since five, they been callin' him him, you better know
Ain't no niggas fuckin' with us
It's the gods
You see us pullin' up and I'm half a milli'
Louis V down to the ankle and shit
It's like rats mania out here, nigga
Huh, that's what you better know, nigga
It's Crack
He was the best guy around
What about the people he murdered?
What murder?
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