O.F.T.B. - Crack 'Em

Crack 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em
So I crack 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em

The Bottom made it to this shit not to be tooken out
And for you fools who let us in good lookin' out (lookin' out)
Y'all let us make our dope mark, now we'll enforce this
Lookin' out for all our niggas who support this (support this)
And for you motherfuckers waitin' on that break up
The Bottom's creepin' to the top, you better wake up (wake up)
Because an obstacle is not impossible
We'll go over or crawl under like a cockroach
But don't you ever think you fools are gonna play us
Because again, not even Raid couldn't fade us (fade us)
Our foot is in, and now we goin' for that platinum
Comin' back with album three you know we crackin' 'em (crackin' em)

Crack 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em
So I crack 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em
So I crack 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em
So I crack 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em

In 1983 we was upstate
Wasn't no thinkin' about parole we had x-dates
I put the pen to the paper to free my mind
So once a nigga get released, I gotta get mine (get mine)
I never knew I had to struggle in this industry
Bust Stop rockin' the mic? They said it couldn't be
So in the meantime, in-between time
I kept writin' in the hole, where it's cold
'Cause I couldn't stop fightin'
Five years later I hit the streets
I found my niggas, we got it together formed O.F.T.B.
We had to come up with some money 'cause the shit costs (who broke it off?)
My nigga G.T. and the motherfuckin' boss
We made song after song for the bitches and the homies
While y'all was at home lookin' at videos of the phonies
Now The Bottom is comin' back with a killin' flow
So make room for a nigga on Death Row
And let us

Crack 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em
So I crack 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em
So I crack 'em

Project kids, three niggas livin' on the edge
In other words we're damn near dead
But hunters don't choke, we go for broke
And y'all thought it was over

They say it ain't over 'til the fat lady sings
But that hoe don't know, nothin' about the noise that I bring
Let that hoe bust a note then I'ma kill her (kill her)
If that snipe get hype off that Miller
Tickin' like a time bomb, I'm dangerous, straight up
Watch, you motherfuckers can't fuck with us
Come around and get beat down or either shot down
In other words don't fuck around
I'm stressin' to the max, I'm stressin' to the max
I knew I shouldn't of signed that motherfuckin' contract
But all I wanted to do was put my voice on a track
Never thought my album hit a flip flop fag
A flip flop bag, a flip flop fag
They left a nigga for dead, but we got get-back
They put me on a shelf, they put me on a shelf
They said I'm goin' to court, but they already left
So I'm taggin' a rapper, that nigga actin', I have no patience
I'm crackin' motherfuckers with no hesitation

Crack 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em
So I crack 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em
So I crack 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em
So I crack 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em
Crack 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em
So I crack 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em
So I crack 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em
So I crack 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em
So I crack 'em

Written by:
Austin Johnson, Kevin White, Ronald Edward Watkins, Sammie M. Williams, Scott Bowen, Smead Gaughan Hudman

Publisher:
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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