Crack dat

On ma old chair wid ma tresses

Playin da master right thurr

Got ma bitches makin guesses

Crackin dat code in hurr

You can find me concentratin, wid bitches wantin luv 

Look master I got the colours if you into playin mind

I'm into cracking codes, I ain't into wearnin gluvs

So come try beat me if you into to getting solv’d

I be the masta, with all the colours of the 'bow.

pay attention to the combo's, getcha 4 in a row.

Those bitches be tryin' to throw ya game wit their look

But don't be fooled, yo be da masta, you wrote da book.

da colours be haunting me in my sleep

my combination secrets I have too keep.

red, green, blue and white

coming to me all through the night.

I walk the streets, lookin fo ma hoes

Indian and chinese, you gots to knows.

They kick yo ass when I win the battle,

after I have made yo nerves rattle.

Sitting up in ma chair in a suit and tie

You lost the game homeboy, I ain't gon' lie.

Gotta crack dat code

Nah man, not dat crack on da streets crack

I be talking mastamind variety,

blue, yellow, red, green

Just make sho' your combination can't be seen

Fo' dem bitches, chinese or indian be instillin' da fear,

be wantin their cut when you crack dat code up in hurr.

it's tough being on da row,

nah, not that death row I'm talkin' bout.

I be talking last row on ya board.

Some G's be playin and workin that chess

But up in hurr we don't settle fo' less.

Being part of tha game,

that will bring you the fame.

So break yo leg

and move that peg.