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Crack Intro
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Crack Intro was released on September 16, 2008 by Rap-A-Lot as a part of the album Crack
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AlbumCrack
Release DateSeptember 16, 2008
LabelRap-A-Lot
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Z-Ro
Z-Ro
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph W. McVey
Joseph W. McVey
Songwriter
Randy Jefferson
Randy Jefferson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Z-Ro
Z-Ro
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Guess who's back
That's right
King of the Ghetto
The Mo City Don
Z-Ro the Crooked
That's my motherfuckin' name, ****
And I'm representin', Assholes by Nature
Screwed Up Click, all motherfuckin' day long
Until the casket drop
[Verse 2]
****, I'm doin' this shit for DJ Screw
****, I'm doin' this shit for Big Hawk
****, I'm doin' this shit for Big Steve Mafioso
I'm doin' this shit for Big Mellow
You know what I'm talkin' about, I'm doin' this for Pimp C, ****
That's right
All the motherfuckin' fallen soldiers in the game, ****
It's real out here on these muhfuckin' city streets, ****
[Verse 3]
Huh, me
I'm representin' Mo City, ****
Ridgemont 4, to be exact
That's what's up with me, ****
Five deuce Hoover Crip, ****, till the casket drop, ****
Till the world blow, you know what I'm talkin' about
I ain't set trippin' though, ****
I'm just out here gettin' this goddamn bread
That's what it's about to me, ****
[Verse 4]
So back, back, I'ma show you how to do this shit, one time
You know what I'm talkin' about
This my new shit, ****, called Crack
Why it's called Crack, 'cause it's the new work, ****
Get your hooda ready to blaze, ****
[Verse 5]
I tried to beat my felony but I lost that case
Oh, well, I went to jail and I lost that weight
Met a couple dime pieces, but I'm true to one woman
I can spot a devil with breasts when I see one comin'
[Verse 6]
What's the matter, y'all actin' like y'all mad I'm free
Like, to see me sufferin' is what you glad to see
News flash, I ain't been doin' bad in so long
Makin' money in prison like I was still at home
[Verse 7]
Bought a few more vehicles, and super sized my house
Made a call to Paul Wall, and he redid my mouth
I know you wonder why I'm most hated rapper down South
I'm so deep, they can't reach what I be talkin' about
[Verse 8]
With the same size foot, you couldn't fill these shoes
You ain't gotta be a Crip for you to dig these blues
Where the player haters at, it's time to hate me again
Same pistol, guess dusty, but without safety again
[Verse 9]
Same slug, nose straight, five seven, ain't nothin' changed
Ain't lookin' for no trouble, just protectin' my brain
Don't want me to reach out and touch you, stay outta my way
You don't give me a reason, I ain't gon' murder you, mane
[Verse 10]
I'm the new crack, put me on your hooda, and blaze me
You ain't even gotta re-scope, just smoke me daily
If you lookin' for a buzz, this the wrong CD
Homie, don't misplay unless you ready to OD
[Verse 11]
Older people love my music, they don't think I'm a thug
Even little kids listen 'cause they don't think I'm a drug
In reality, I'm an addiction but that's a good thing
Not for television, I'm a world wide hood thing
[Verse 12]
Record stores and dealers movin' my shit
Bootleggers got the good deal, but it's too hard to call it quit
And you got the nerve to call me underground, **** please
Here go fourteen new songs, overdose on these
Written by: Z-Ro
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