Crackematics

Lyrics

[Produced by DJ Premier] [Intro] It's simple math It's simple math It's simple mathematics Check it out (DJ Scratches) [Verse 1] It's simple crackematics, you gonna love us Cause G15 plus gat equals a lot of dead mothafuckas Foxy began with 1,400 grams Cut thirty two grams raw in half, got sixteen You and Mega got forty eight? You got a whole lot of cream? I'mma stop trying to calculate cause your math don't add up I got love for Foxy Brown, so please don't pull the gat up Got the laser sight onto my Black Snub .38 revolver, will solve ya; I gotta stack figures, you follow? Bust a couple of shots in between your cornrows I got sore soles from ducking all of these porks though I make shit knock like morse code, let's just keep it in between us Cause I don't wanna be stuck in a cell, beating my penis I just want all these motherfuckers to pledge allegiance You wanna flip rocks while keeping cops off your ass? Flip some dough like a baker, you better learn how to add Mathematics [Hook] It's simple mathematics I revolve around science Flip bricks like Fred, Barney Rubble and them Check it out [Verse 2] I eat, shit, sleep, and do the licks with my Sig I'm afraid of hit men surrounding me, so I take a little swig It calms me the fuck down, gotta move to uptown Move all of these keys, while bumping some Duck Down Get to the deal and I see a bunch of Chinese Carrying heavy weaponry, looking really grimy So I move into the alley way and park the Lincoln I was looking into their eyes so I could understand what they thinking The deal starts of well, but ends in disaster They think I'm stiffing them, they wanna put me in a plaster Thirty Keys short they said, I'm like "I counted right" But they whip out their K's, with all of their laser sights They start shooting I jump back, I got twenty one in the mag I start shooting it off, I shoot a couple of them back One last one left, I pull the trigger and all I hear is static I miscounted it and died, I should've known mathematics Shit [Outro] (AK-47 shots)