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Crackavelli
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Crackavelli was released on March 20, 2007 by Merge Entertainment as a part of the album Crackavelli
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Release DateMarch 20, 2007
LabelMerge Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM79

Credits

Lyrics

And now without further ado!
*Clear throats* Allow me to introduce first;
Crackavelli The Boss has gotten worse, haha!
Don't get the paramedic, get a hearse
Pull up to the hole, put that bitch off in reverse *Car vrooms and car crash*
I try to murder 'em with every verse
I've done a million shows, never rehearsed
It comes natural, I'm a natural, you're a casual, T
If you even think about fuckin' with me
I've came time and time, again and again
Off the top of the mind, I didn't require a pen
I only wrote when it was premeditated
A madman, lunatic, don't get me aggravated
Hits that I've walked straghter and never hesitated
Affiliated related, somehow associated with the greatest
That ever played in my city, dawg
I used to want my piece of the pie, now I want it all
I use to just want mine, now I want yours
Catch 'em at red lights, kick in they fuckin' doors
Make 'em get on the floor and tell ya where it's at
And when they ask who sent ya, tell 'em Big Stak Mak, haha!
I use to just want mine, now I want yours
Catch 'em at red lights, kick in they fuckin' doors
Make 'em get on the floor and tell ya where it's at
And when they ask who sent ya, tell 'em Big Stak Mak, haha!
It ain't even safe to have your kids in the car
'Cause these fakers know you paid and they know where you are
Where you are and where you live at, what kind of life is that?
Motion censors and guard dawgs, these people got guards dawg
I swear to God I'm not runnin', tell 'em commin' if they commin'
Stop all they gum bumpin', know I'm dumpin' on somethin'
And leavin' empty rounds all over the ground
You can say one thang for Stak, I put it down
I held Tennessee down on the west coast
When you don't go no further left without bein' in the ocean
Time Squre, been there
Thinkin' of Young Buck, Pete Gates and Mac Nair
I swear on everythang holy to me
The only way to stop me is by puttin' holes through me, ya hoes to me
I ain't scared near one of y'all
And you gon' fuck around and make my people burry one a y'all, uh
We can start a label an call body snatchers
Be the reason they don't show up at the party after
The show, man, I don't need no extra do'
You ain't tryna get robed for your necklace hoe (Haha!)
These rappers with diamonds and Lexus's
Lookin' a lot like lunches and breakfasts's
Yo, I'ma have to pay my light bill regardless
Thus explainin' why I'm heartless, haha!
Seven albums, hundred thousands
Local rapped 'em, outta towned 'em
Hit 'em hard every swang
Reputation's everythang
Never came fake or fronted
Gave cash villians what they wanted
Anthems, bangers, heated shit
Imitators, eat a dick
This the the click that started the whole shit
Who you really thought you was playin' with, bitch?
We keep 'em commin', Street Flavor
Murder you with a strap for a piece of paper
Stop now? Fuck naw
Fuck Stak? Fuck y'all
Stop the presses, call the florist
They say he's the pro-nosaurus (Yeah, uh!)
I use to just want mine, now I want yours
Catch 'em at red lights, kick in they fuckin' doors
Make 'em get on the floor and tell ya where it's at
And when they ask who sent ya, tell 'em Big Stak Mak, haha!
I use to just want mine, now I want yours
Catch 'em at red lights, kick in they fuckin' doors
Make 'em get on the floor and tell ya where it's at
And when they ask who sent ya, tell 'em Big Stak Mak, haha!
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