| I’m trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more
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| I’m trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw
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| I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor
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| Now I’m trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy
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| Run tell the Bloods I’m crippin', go tell the Crips I’m Blood
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| Nigga, I be trippin', bitch, I don’t give a fuck
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| I put the K on niggas, I spray on niggas
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| Come through 2012 XJ on niggas
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| I’m an apex predator, nigga, I’m stronger
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| Shooters on deck, I break bread and they on ya
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| Niggas said I fell off, oh, you heard I fell off?
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| Why the fuck would you be repeating that?
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| Nigga, I’m a rap tycoon, make a 100 mill by June
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| Now who the fuck said I can’t rap, Jay?
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| I’m in a dope fiend’s dream, I got it for 'em raw
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| I got that morphine memories, I’ve been breaking the law
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| I was born a burner, in the stroller with the llama
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| I’m violent, I kill a nigga, put that on my mama
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| Nah, nah, don’t tell me nothing about none of these niggas
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| I smoke all these niggas for this bread
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| I’m trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more
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| I’m trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw
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| I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor
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| Now I’m trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy
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| I give a fuck about a fed as I jump up outta bed
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| 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, yeah
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| I’m trying to put this shit away on the low
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| I need a hit a day, think you better get away
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| From my, oh, my, I got a birdie that’ll fly
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| From Cali to Kingston, back to NY
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| Snoop’s smash the kush, from 5 to 9
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| Come by and get you some pounds and now you flying high
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| Run with the metal with my foot to the pedal
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| G’s with the trees and the C’s on my level
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| 5−0, you know I go hard, these fools call me Bogart
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| Head nigga in charge, these niggas soft as DeBarge
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| But I ain’t tripping, I’m just flipping my cheese
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| Cause if you really want the bomb come and fuck with your G’s
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| I got it, always kill, always will
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| Had that, sit that, my nigga get that, you hear that?
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| I’m trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more
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| I’m trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw
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| I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor
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| Now I’m trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy
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| 5 AM in the kitchen, nigga, I’m coughing
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| Bag full of white 8 balls, I’m going golfing
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| Now homie got killed last night, bought him a coffin
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| Retaliated the same night, made him a dolphin
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| Guess that’s the life of a yay' flipper
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| Choppers making your ass get naked just like a stripper
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| Got cameras for the jackers, home invaders, man
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| Them niggas coming all black like they Raiders fans
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| All I saw growing up was kilos and gangbanging
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| Then the homie taught me to whip, gamechanging
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| Now I’m breaking down birds on the coffee table
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| Yeah, and half them bitches sold 'fore they off the table
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| Gotta look, nigga wantin' my half, I’m gonna split it
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| The type of nigga work that visit like it’s a skillet
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| Less Soda, more water, stretching like it’s elastic
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| Weigh it up in 250's, wrap it up in plastic, yeah
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| I’m trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more
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| I’m trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw
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| I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor
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| Now I’m trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy
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| Yeah, you know what it is. |
| It’s your cripping cousin, 5-O. |
| Anytime you need
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| that mothafuckin' smoke, you know I got it, cuz. |
| You need 5 pounds, 10 pounds,
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| 20 pounds? |
| Whatever you need, you know I got it. |
| And if them niggas out there
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| in the NY need it give 'em my connect so I can hook them niggas up with that.
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| Ooh wee, ooh wee! |
| We tryna move this shit, cuz. |
| For real though.
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| I got too much of this shit, homie. |
| Yeah, I’m Bob Marley reincarnated. |
| Jah!
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| Rastafari! |