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O.F.T.B.
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Crack 'Em (Remix)
[Chorus:O.F.T.B.] 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
[Verse 1:Low MB] Although about a million to this game to be tooken out And for you fools who let us in good lookin' out Now let us make our doe don't want no one enfore this Lookin' out for all our niggas who support this And for you suckers waitin' for that break up The Bottom is creepin' to the top you better wake up Because an obstacle is not impossible We'll go over or crawl under like a rock-a-roach And don't you ever think you fools are gonna play us Because again not even Raid couldn't fade us I fought us in and now we goin' for that platinum Comin' back with album three you know we crackin' 'em...
[Chorus: O.F.T.B.] 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
[Verse 2: Busstop] In 1983 we was upstate We wasn't thinkin' about parole we had x-dates I put the P into paper to free my mind Once a brothaz get released I gotta get mine I never knew I had to struggle in this industry Busstop rockin' the mic they said it couldn't be So in the meantime the inbetween time I kept writting in the hall where it's cold Cause I couldn't sto fight Five years later I hit the streets I found my homies we got it together flowin' O.F.T.B. We had to come up with some money cause the shit costs (Who broke it off?) My homie G.T. and the Low MB 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 killing flow So make room for a brotha on Death Row And let us...
[Chorus: O.F.T.B.] 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
[Busstop Talking] Project kids three G living 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
[Verse 3: FlipSide] They say it ain't over till the fat lady sings What that hoe don't know nothin' about the noise that I bring Let that hoe rock that note and I'm a killer her (kill her) If that snipe got hype off that Miller Tickin' like time bomb (BOOM) I'm dangerous straight up watch you punks can't fuck with us Come around and get beat down or either shot down In other words don't come around I'm stressin' to the max I'm stressin' to the max I knew I shouldn't of signed that boyz 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 gag a flip flop fag They let a brother for dead but we got against that They put me on a sound they put me on a sound They said I'm gonna rule but they already left So tackin' a rapper a had no patience I'm crackin' punks with no hesitation Yeah comin', yeah comin', uh comin' yeah! So I Crack 'em...
[Chorus: O.F.T.B.] 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
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