Gotta Have It Lyrics

P, P.Crakk Cocaine B, B.Mack is back Chad, Chad what's on track?
I gotta have it, shot out to my b-boy Beans And my S.P.chain gang, doin' the damn thing I gotta have it, don't forget my boogie with beam That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?
Chain gang, gang bang, let my middle finger hang Ain't nothin' changed my name, P. Crakk Cocaine Relapse, I stay zapped, my urine ain't clean No one to blame but Peedi and a nigga I mean
Ten stacks, Crakk come to the club and do the thing You ain't got that, I'm in the crib fixin' my bricks Style back, that's the method-zine About to get your four stressed So I can whip back on the whole sixteenth
I gotta have it, shot out to my b-boy Beans And my S.P. chain gang, doing the damn thing I gotta have it, don't forget my boogie with beam That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?
B. Mack, seat back, S.P. intact You see me with Crakk, we strapped What's the reason for that? I need that, that Philly boy clap Hit you niggas in your back, send the rest in your hat
Stay strapped with the Mack, with the 32 tall stack The aim all that, when I flame you get all that B-Boy Mack fuck with cracks since tall cats It’s the Chain Gang, Bang Bang I suggest ya’ll fall back
I gotta have it, shot out to my boy B. Sige And the S.P.chain gang for doin' the damn thing I gotta have it, don't forget the r-r-ring r-r-ring That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?
Chain gang, lickey with the ban Quickly spit it r-r-ring Sickey Rickey get his ziggy bang Snitchin' on the gang
Don't forget you get that Uncle Midi Get him for his chain Simply give him a chitty bang, sit him in a cling No name, no blame, Mack 10 no aim
Hi-lo, rhino, put your body in pain No play no games, 'fore blow your brain Bo range me after the show, you know Of course I gotta have my
I gotta have it, shot out to my b-boy Beans And my S.P. chain gang, doin' the damn thing I gotta have it, don't forget my boogie with beam That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?
State Prop click and pop hit you niggas with the glock Catch a nigga whippin' in the kitchen cookin' in the pot Pursue it then might crack you, hit him with the glock When you hear that, then you know here come the cops
Hold up, wait, stop, fuck the cops Got the baby Uzi whop, turn your cruiser to a drop Get off the block 'fore SWAT surround the spot We be locked in a box, three hots and a cot
I can't have it, shot out to my boy B. Sige And the S.P.chain gang for doin' the damn thing I gotta have it, don't forget the r-r-ring r-r-ring That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?
The mayor of Shot, this ain't England ain't no kings and queens Feelin' heard from us want to jerk and bust, we Merciless like Ming Twista and Beanie greedy like Peedi make the gun go r-r-ring When you look at the thing, give me the bling Hand me the chain and the ring
Ballin' in the bubble, blow a bubble, always actin' up When trouble feel the double barrel of a double platinum thug Clappin', ready for some action, and I'm going to empty the crib I rep for the Roc and the State Property clique Homey, you can't do shit
Throw a finger up, give me love, Remi in the club When they see these thug, in a circle, snip the 50's up Range Rove, 24 inch, blacked out bulbs Blows fast, but hit your ho slow with the soul pole
Creepin' on niggas tryin' to test me in the black drop top Pull up and let the bopper go bop, bop-bop Treat you, in the wind, to my borough, blowin' on my back And do the same to any nigga that’s tryin' take what I got I can't have it
It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic
Se pone’, Se pone’, Se pone muy dificil Se pone’, Se pone’, Se pone muy dificil Se pone’, Se pone’, Se pone muy dificil Se pone’, Se pone’, Se pone muy dificil
Chain gang, gang bang P, P, P, P Crakk Cocaine B, B Mack is back Chad, Chad what's on track? Now let's go