Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Major Distribution, artist - 50 Cent.
Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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I’m trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more |
I’m trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw |
I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor |
Now I’m trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy |
Run tell the Bloods I’m crippin', go tell the Crips I’m Blood |
Nigga, I be trippin', bitch, I don’t give a fuck |
I put the K on niggas, I spray on niggas |
Come through 2012 XJ on niggas |
I’m an apex predator, nigga, I’m stronger |
Shooters on deck, I break bread and they on ya |
Niggas said I fell off, oh, you heard I fell off? |
Why the fuck would you be repeating that? |
Nigga, I’m a rap tycoon, make a 100 mill by June |
Now who the fuck said I can’t rap, Jay? |
I’m in a dope fiend’s dream, I got it for 'em raw |
I got that morphine memories, I’ve been breaking the law |
I was born a burner, in the stroller with the llama |
I’m violent, I kill a nigga, put that on my mama |
Nah, nah, don’t tell me nothing about none of these niggas |
I smoke all these niggas for this bread |
I’m trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more |
I’m trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw |
I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor |
Now I’m trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy |
I give a fuck about a fed as I jump up outta bed |
5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, yeah |
I’m trying to put this shit away on the low |
I need a hit a day, think you better get away |
From my, oh, my, I got a birdie that’ll fly |
From Cali to Kingston, back to NY |
Snoop’s smash the kush, from 5 to 9 |
Come by and get you some pounds and now you flying high |
Run with the metal with my foot to the pedal |
G’s with the trees and the C’s on my level |
5−0, you know I go hard, these fools call me Bogart |
Head nigga in charge, these niggas soft as DeBarge |
But I ain’t tripping, I’m just flipping my cheese |
Cause if you really want the bomb come and fuck with your G’s |
I got it, always kill, always will |
Had that, sit that, my nigga get that, you hear that? |
I’m trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more |
I’m trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw |
I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor |
Now I’m trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy |
5 AM in the kitchen, nigga, I’m coughing |
Bag full of white 8 balls, I’m going golfing |
Now homie got killed last night, bought him a coffin |
Retaliated the same night, made him a dolphin |
Guess that’s the life of a yay' flipper |
Choppers making your ass get naked just like a stripper |
Got cameras for the jackers, home invaders, man |
Them niggas coming all black like they Raiders fans |
All I saw growing up was kilos and gangbanging |
Then the homie taught me to whip, gamechanging |
Now I’m breaking down birds on the coffee table |
Yeah, and half them bitches sold 'fore they off the table |
Gotta look, nigga wantin' my half, I’m gonna split it |
The type of nigga work that visit like it’s a skillet |
Less Soda, more water, stretching like it’s elastic |
Weigh it up in 250's, wrap it up in plastic, yeah |
I’m trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more |
I’m trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw |
I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor |
Now I’m trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy |
Yeah, you know what it is. |
It’s your cripping cousin, 5-O. |
Anytime you need |
that mothafuckin' smoke, you know I got it, cuz. |
You need 5 pounds, 10 pounds, |
20 pounds? |
Whatever you need, you know I got it. |
And if them niggas out there |
in the NY need it give 'em my connect so I can hook them niggas up with that. |
Ooh wee, ooh wee! |
We tryna move this shit, cuz. |
For real though. |
I got too much of this shit, homie. |
Yeah, I’m Bob Marley reincarnated. |
Jah! |
Rastafari! |