| The Crack Freestyle / Worry Bout It (Dolla's Verse) [Verse 1:] Number 4 with non one after Gift from the lord with my gun blastin After we pause thats no one faster clap that ass up That where we at in the belly of the beast I'm tryna put stacks in my belly like a feast (griding) Fuck how you feel for really we gotta eat Cars no ceiling with pealin em through the streets Thats the dealer with no receipt We take whole building cosil them from the police When niggas take the bill we killers with no receipt (contract) For sheets In Jail we Send missils at you Out here I send pistols at you Don't slip I bet my niggas catch him For real I turn this nigga catch Hollow tips turn this nigga vest up Hit the church, Markey mark in the fresh porch (we got em) That mean the mark got his chest up [Hook:] That's deep, That's deep Nigga worry bout it We got a million in the street Nigga worry bout it You better move your mama Nigga worry bout it See a stack wrap around it Nigga worry bout it That's deep, That's deep Nigga worry bout it We got the number to your street Nigga worry bout it If It was me but you ain't I Would worry bout it This is purp gang city Nigga worry bout it [Verse 2:] I Meet with the boss's city of the chamili I'm one of the realest niggas in new york city (true) 'Fore rap, had a gangsta deal Rob you, yeah a gangsta will So fuckin gangsta and I never did a gangsta grill All I yell is hit em, the homies hop out The baby mama's there and they all die with him Right no playin, what you know about shapos Tell his ass get out the car, fuck it we surround the car Snatch his ass out the car, pack the big magnum out Gun by the menese had it til a nigga passin out Playin for the... yeah you see the flag is out Stick my hand out something far but yeah the ashes out I drop a bag off, 50k in it Tell em keep the money send the bag back with his brains in it Stop playin with me man, shooters on deck Call a few up, basterd, rooga! [Hook:] That's deep, That's deep Nigga worry bout it We got a million in the street Nigga worry bout it You better move your mama Nigga worry bout it See a stack wrap around it Nigga worry bout it That's deep, That's deep Nigga worry bout it We got the number to your street Nigga worry bout it If It was me but you ain't I Would worry bout it This is purp gang city Nigga worry bout it [Verse 3: DOLLA!!!!] Man I been down for the caus since I stood yay tall I was lettin my balls hang I wasn't playin with y'all When you was shittin your draws I was gettin in draws And tryna turn yall lil sisters to whores I mean y'all was knockin on doors and runnin I was standin there like fuck that nigga I ain't runnin from nothin When yall was callin the law, I was squeezin my paw Get my left and right good my nigga I even the score If You bigger you small, hey either or I can make sure you fall lil nigga too raw I go against all odds yall niggas hopped on the band wagon Thats 6-4-5 I'm outside with my pants saggin When yall was gettin thought Stop drop and roll I was gettin thought Pop lock and load Lil nigga lockin game deeper than the ocean I can go Ludacris and give you niggas the potion |