[Intro - Peedi Crakk]

P., P. Crakk Cocaine

B., B. Mack is back

Chad, Chad what's on track?

[Chorus 1 - Peedi Crakk]

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?

[Verse 1 - Peedi Crakk]

Chain gang, gang bang, let my middle finger hang

Ain't nothing changed my name, P. Crakk Cocaine (P. Crakk Cocaine)

Relapse, I stay zapped, my urine ain't clean

No one to blame but Peedi and a nigga I mean (nigga I mean)

Ten stacks, Crakk come to the club and do the thing

You ain't got that, I'm in the crib fixing my bricks

Style back, that's the method-zine

About to get your four stressed

So I can whip back on the whole sixteenth

[Chorus 1]

[Verse 2 - Beanie Sigel]

B. Mack, seat back, S.P. intact

You see me with Crakk, we strapped

What's the reason for that? (What's the reason for that?) (I Gotta Have It!)

I need that, that Philly boy clap

Hit you niggas in your back, send the rest in your hat (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 (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

[Chorus 2 - Twista and Peedi Crakk]

I Gotta Have It! Shot out to my boy B. Sige

And the S.P. chain gang for doing the damn thing

I Gotta Have It! Don't forget the rrring rrring

That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?

[Verse 3 - Peedi Crakk]

Chain gang, lickey with the ban

Quickly spit it rrring

Sickey Rickey get his ziggy bang

Snitching on the gang (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 (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...

[Chorus 1]

[Verse 4 - Beanie Sigel]

State Prop click and pop hit you niggas with the glock

Catch a nigga whipping in the kitchen cooking in the pot

Pursue it then might crack you (smack 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 (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!)

[Chorus 2]

[Verse 5 - Twista]

The mayor of Shot, this ain't England ain't no kings and queens

Feeling heard from us want to jerk and bust, we Merciless like Ming

Twista and Beanie greedy like Peedi make the gun go rrring

When you look at the thing, give me the bling

Hand me the chain and the ring

Balling in the bubble, blow a bubble, always acting up

When trouble feel the double barrel of a double platinum thug

Clapping, 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 50s up

Range Rove, 24 inch, blacked out bulbs

Blows fast, but hit your ho slow with the soul pole

Creeping on niggas trying 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, blowing on my back

And do the same to any nigga that's trying take what I got

I Can't Have It!

[Outro - Peedi Crakk]

It's getting', it's getting', it's getting' kind of hectic

It's getting', it's getting', it's getting' kind of hectic

It's getting', it's getting', it's getting' kind of hectic

It's getting', it's getting', it's getting' 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!