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The Crack
147
Hip-Hop/Rap
The Crack was released on June 13, 2000 by Revelation/Warner Records as a part of the album Figgas 4 Life
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Release DateJune 13, 2000
LabelRevelation/Warner Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
A. Burbage
A. Burbage
Lyrics
F. Nasir
F. Nasir
Lyrics

Lyrics

( Gillie )
Yo, they found me .. cut me, ground me
Made me powder .. say I'm expected across seas in an hour
I was born in Columbia, they shippin' me out
Package tight so them dogs ain't sniffin' me out
( Spade )
But me, I ain't changed, I'm a household name
Considered common but play a major part in the game
People keep me in cabinets, drawers and shells
And say I do magic, turn four into twelve
( Gillie )
I'm transported cross borders on planes and boats
I dont know my name yet but there callin' me coke
I'm usually around the waist and in the line in the coats
So they can sneak me past customs and the guards don't bust 'em
( Spade )
And I heard about that cat called coke and I don't trust 'em
Cuz all the other dudes I know be scared to touch 'em
They say he from Columbia .. they want us to meet
They must know how I react when I'm under the heat
( Chorus ) 2x
I'm the coke .. you know you can't move wit' out me
So wut .. I'm da cut you gone lose wit' out me
But I'm a drug dealer's dream
But I'm da one dat make the drug dealer mo' cream
**** .. let's make a team
( Gillie )
They got me in .. they passin' me out, city to suburbs
State to state .. they put me on china plates
Chop me up .. make me look like shake then call me weight
And now they wanna introduce me to this kid Bake
( Spade )
Ooh, you da cat coke that I heard about
From word of mouth, put us in the pot stirred us out
I gotta admit .. man, I like this guy
They cooked us up into a pie allowed us to dry
When together we frew from 20 to 25
( Gillie )
This kid Bake is live ..
Now we headin' to the hood
To dem **** on da corners dat be up to no good
This one cat .. he picked me up in a Benz
He brought me, Bake and like 11 of my friends
We headed to the kitchen .. shit, we at it again
( Spade )
And it was magic again
I mean we just got larger
I got stronger .. coke strength got smaller
Put us in the hands of these **** dey call ballas
And hustlers .. and fiends on the streets they all lustas
( Chorus ) 2x
( Spade )
Me and dope is like brothas
( Gillie )
Da fiends they all loved us
( Spade )
And da ghettos and the guttas
( Gillie )
Da East Coast to the Southas
( Spade )
To the people dat ran this land
( Gillie )
Mayors and govenors
( Spade )
Congressmen .. can't believe the people we knew
( Gillie )
And da hustlas they ran from the people in blue
( Spade )
U know the name, the kid Bake refridgerated near you
( Gillie )
But for the love of us you see wut people will do
They kill brothas .. aunts, uncles, nieces and mothas
Ain't shit you can tell us
( Spade )
They feel for us
( Gillie )
And we manipulate minds
( Spade )
And they kill for us
( Gillie )
And all my thugs on the block
( Spade )
They whole steal for us
( Gillie )
It might seem like a dream
But it's real for us
( Chorus ) 2x
Written by: A. Burbage, F. Nasir
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