Crack 'em
O.F.T.B. Lyrics

Crack 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em
I'm ready to take on whoever is in our way

The Bottom made it to this shit not to be tooken out
We're here to stay and won't be easily removed

And for you fools who let us in good lookin' out (lookin' out)
Thanks to those who gave us a chance to succeed

Y'all let us make our dope mark, now we'll enforce this
We've made our presence known and will continue to assert ourselves

Lookin' out for all our niggas who support this (support this)
We're grateful to our supporters and won't forget them

And for you motherfuckers waitin' on that break up
Those hoping for our demise shouldn't hold their breath

The Bottom's creepin' to the top, you better wake up (wake up)
We're steadily rising and our competition should take notice

Because an obstacle is not impossible
We can overcome any challenge

We'll go over or crawl under like a cockroach
We'll find a way to overcome any obstacle by any means necessary

But don't you ever think you fools are gonna play us
We won't be taken advantage of or manipulated

Because again, not even Raid couldn't fade us (fade us)
We won't be defeated by any force, not even Raid insecticide

Our foot is in, and now we goin' for that platinum
We're taking the next step towards even greater success

Comin' back with album three you know we crackin' 'em (crackin' em)
Our upcoming third album will make a big impact

In 1983 we was upstate
We were living in a correctional facility in 1983

Wasn't no thinkin' about parole we had x-dates
We weren't eligible for parole and had specific release dates

I put the pen to the paper to free my mind
I wrote to express myself and cope with my situation

So once a nigga get released, I gotta get mine (get mine)
Once I got out, I had to make my own way and succeed

I never knew I had to struggle in this industry
I didn't realize how hard it would be to make it in the music business

Bust Stop rockin' the mic? They said it couldn't be
People doubted our ability to succeed in music

So in the meantime, in-between time
While waiting for our break, we kept working on our craft

I kept writin' in the hole, where it's cold
I kept writing while in solitary confinement

'Cause I couldn't stop fightin'
I had to keep pushing forward and working towards success

Five years later I hit the streets
After serving my time, I was released

I found my niggas, we got it together formed O.F.T.B.
I reunited with my friends and we formed our rap group, O.F.T.B.

We had to come up with some money 'cause the shit costs (who broke it off?)
We needed funding to pursue our music career

My nigga G.T. and the motherfuckin' boss
My friend G.T. and I were the driving forces behind the group

We made song after song for the bitches and the homies
We created music for both women and our friends

While y'all was at home lookin' at videos of the phonies
While others were watching fake rappers on TV, we were making real music

Now The Bottom is comin' back with a killin' flow
Our new music is going to be amazing

So make room for a nigga on Death Row
We're joining the iconic record label, Death Row

Project kids, three niggas livin' on the edge
We were from a tough neighborhood and lived dangerously

In other words we're damn near dead
We lived recklessly and almost didn't make it

But hunters don't choke, we go for broke
We're not afraid to take risks and aim for big rewards

And y'all thought it was over
People thought we were finished and wouldn't make it

They say it ain't over 'til the fat lady sings
People say that things aren't over until it's truly over

But that hoe don't know, nothin' about the noise that I bring
The people who doubt us don't understand our talent and potential

Let that hoe bust a note then I'ma kill her (kill her)
If they want to compete, we'll crush them

If that snipe get hype off that Miller
If someone tries to compete with us, we'll crush them easily

Tickin' like a time bomb, I'm dangerous, straight up
I'm highly volatile and unpredictable

Watch, you motherfuckers can't fuck with us
No one can compete with us or match our talent

Come around and get beat down or either shot down
Anyone who tries to compete with us will suffer the consequences

In other words don't fuck around
Don't mess with us

I'm stressin' to the max, I'm stressin' to the max
I'm under a lot of pressure and feeling overwhelmed

I knew I shouldn't of signed that motherfuckin' contract
I regret signing a bad record deal

But all I wanted to do was put my voice on a track
I just wanted to make music and be heard

Never thought my album hit a flip flop fag
I never expected my album to flop

A flip flop bag, a flip flop fag
A derogatory term for a person who is weak or unreliable

They left a nigga for dead, but we got get-back
Someone tried to sabotage us, but we got our revenge by succeeding

They put me on a shelf, they put me on a shelf
My record label didn't promote me or my music

They said I'm goin' to court, but they already left
People promised to help me but abandoned me when things got tough

So I'm taggin' a rapper, that nigga actin', I have no patience
I'm calling out other rappers who are fake and annoying

I'm crackin' motherfuckers with no hesitation
I'm not afraid to fight back and defend myself