Sheek Louch - Crack Spot Stories feat. Ghostface Killah Raekwon & Jadakiss lyrics

rate me

Henny bottles everywhere, smell like yak

Baggy crack sitting in the kitchen wearing my mask

Roborn, taylor made in italy, new gucci denim

One sliper arm brook stone kushin in the barn

Number 7 hugging my neck

Yo ... tell that yellow bitch I got next

She fucking with robins, the one that hit her pussy soar like tarsius

This is starkus, crumbs hitting the floor, fiends clicking they big lighters

With garfield eye balls, pouring them all nights

Give me 50 push ups, hey ya lil peace,

Faggots did a dime, niggas too weak

For fun shovel suzy q in they face

Let em smoke a rock with cake on they head in the gate

Who might die with a stem on em

Who give a fuck I’m the ram...on em

Crack spot stories, he put a kilo in the pen

I’m about to break his hand into a cane that tan

You dancing around the stove, starks chilling and it’s rove

My hard knock life, fuck could of wrote that for whole

Shawty gime a ginger rail and dutch masters

Matter fact, hand me the phone, I’m bout to order caspers

Fiends at the door, I’m too lazy to let em in

Turkey sandwich, barbeque chips, espn

Sitting on the couch I’m just tryina do the math

She got 10 polo shirts, all she asking for is hats

Today was a god day, no one got shot

No police and none of that, that’s how it is in our spot, yeah

Pirex boys, fronting in rolls royces, I’m on the iPhone, laid back, examining choices

2 types of coke, we in the bathroom voting

We like take it, helicopter way we rolling yo

Gangsters till the death of it, humble and villains

A good hand chemist and 20 minutes cake up and finish

This for the hallways, the long days

Me and my hoe bagging up,

Shawty more a’s, and bring out the 4 aces

Sit back, laughing with a stack and a clapper

She spray up everything, we paying ...

Drug house with no work there, the worst fear

Never the thirst gear, but set up to the first of the 30 first disperse

She ain’t beef what, bring me a burger yeah

The flame rolling jump out, one to your first dare

So take that over there, erything, erything, stay out of mac’s clear

We got the trays up in 6 ...that’s usually where the guards be

Me, k and jay bop, calli j and rod leave

Bread clocking, all night the head’s knocking

No feds, just kevin tyle, west watching

Bagging up at the table while we chit chat

Pass the philly, wash your hands for you hit that

Young niggas getting it, everybody g’d up

Other niggas only make sales when we agreed up

Motor roller flip, burn out in the beeper

White cadian rum, the stacy and shniqua

Yeah cocaine weed and 40’s that’s when I was a shawty

Crack spot stories, to alah be the glory.