Lil' Keke the Don, Lil' C the C.M.G. fa sho
Hit licks for bricks, I get it 14 plain from out of town, it's gon' be 19 a thang Rock for rock, for zone for block, getting it on till the whole thang gone
I'm a rap star, but I got for the do Going hard with the snow, it ain't no mo' Cash flow, I keep it and stay stacking these goods, and try to ease away from jacking My neighborhood, it like heavy metal We raised way, so you can play it on the ghetto
I got that work nigga, but I ain't Keep 17 bricks, in the mattress H-Town, H-Town, the of dope Got the shit channeled, with the under the boat
Don't get me wrong, some fly and float My nigga in Rico, from the of Mexico To the fat sack of do-do, that me and Ke' I'm the quarterback, my wide open For a pass, got the on D But knowing me, I'ma throw a T.D.
I'm in the kitchen, with the Pyrex I'm 'bout my game, got time for the faking I be rapping, but I'm still brick breaking 'Cause no limit, to this money I'll be making
I'm in the kitchen, with the shaking I'm 'bout my game, got time for the faking I might be rapping, but I'm still cake 'Cause no limit, to this money I'll be making
You know the streets end up, and I can't let up Niggaz falling out of line, man they must up 'Cause the limo's, jacuzzi's and suites All that pretty shit, can't keep my hands out the
I do it dirty, the type of work get a nigga thirty Birds get the worm, are the ones up early It's a hard job, trying to the mob in the limelight, without a playa getting robbed
I got a hanging and it's wrapped like a gift a poisonous smell, that the dogs can't sniff Airplanes and trains, and cocaine 20 for a show, 20 for a thang
Rapping is beautiful, it got a nigga shining But some'ing in my blood, that just a nigga grinding I paid, on a regular basis So faces, so many places what
I'm in the kitchen, with the shaking I'm 'bout my game, ain't got time for the I might be rapping, but I'm still brick 'Cause ain't no limit, to money I'll be making
I'm in the kitchen, with the shaking I'm 'bout my game, ain't got time for the I be rapping, but I'm still cake baking 'Cause ain't no limit, to this money I'll be
It ain't no to this money, I'm telling you mayn the game funny Niggaz wasn't with it, till you big face hundreds Get the bricks, 'em in the train Load 'em in the submarine, 'em in the plane
It's in the game, EA Sports and get hit with bullets of all sorts You don't wanna play around me do ya Hollow tips right through ya treat you like I never knew ya
Behind my And I'm always one deep I do my dirt, the truth hurt It hit you like a boomerang and come Like fiends, digging for hard crack
Get your mind right, 'fore you fuck with 24/7, 365, I'ma Ice gon' blind, don't a mistake dummy And I'll do whatever it take, to make money for
I'm in the kitchen, with the shaking I'm my game, ain't got time for the faking I might be rapping, but I'm still breaking 'Cause ain't no limit, to this money I'll be
I'm in the kitchen, with the Pyrex I'm my game, ain't got time for the faking I be rapping, but I'm still cake baking 'Cause ain't no limit, to money I'll be making
I'm in the kitchen, the Pyrex shaking I'm 'bout my game, ain't got time for the I be rapping, but I'm still brick breaking 'Cause ain't no limit, to this money I'll be
I'm in the kitchen, the Pyrex shaking I'm 'bout my game, got time for the faking