Lil' the Don, Lil' C the Underboss C.M.G. fa sho
Hit for heavy bricks, I get it 14 plain Coming from out of town, gon' be 19 a thang Rock for rock, for zone Block for block, getting it on till the whole gone
I'm a rap star, but I got for the do hard with the snow, till it ain't no mo' Cash flow, I keep it cracking and stacking these goods, and try to ease away from jacking My neighborhood, it rock 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 city of Got the channeled, with the chickens under the boat
Don't get me wrong, some fly and some My in Rico, from the Gulf 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 shit me, I'ma throw a T.D.
I'm in the kitchen, with the Pyrex 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 this money I'll be
I'm in the kitchen, with the Pyrex I'm 'bout my game, ain't got time for the I might be rapping, but I'm still cake 'Cause ain't no limit, to this money be making
You the streets end up, and I just can't let up Niggaz falling out of line, man they catch up 'Cause the limo's, and presidential suites All that pretty shit, can't keep my hands out the
I do it dirty, the type of that get a nigga thirty Birds that get the worm, are the up early It's a hard job, to survive the mob Staying in the limelight, without a playa robbed
I got a brick and it's wrapped like a gift With a poisonous smell, that the dogs sniff and trains, mics and cocaine It's 20 for a show, 20 for a
Rapping is beautiful, it got a nigga shining But some'ing in my blood, that just keep a grinding I get's paid, on a regular So many faces, so many places
I'm in the kitchen, the Pyrex shaking I'm 'bout my game, ain't got for the faking I be rapping, but I'm still brick breaking 'Cause ain't no limit, to money I'll be making
I'm in the kitchen, with the shaking I'm 'bout my game, got time for the faking I be rapping, but I'm still cake baking ain't no limit, to this money I'll be making
It ain't no limit to this money, I'm telling you mayn the game Niggaz wasn't with it, till you big face hundreds Get the bricks, load 'em in the Load 'em in the submarine, load 'em in the
It's in the game, like EA Slip and get hit bullets of all sorts You don't play around with me do ya Hollow tips shred right through ya treat you like I never ya
Behind my And I'm always one deep when I do my dirt, the truth It hit you like a boomerang and come dope fiends, digging for hard crack
Get your mind right, 'fore you fuck mine 24/7, 365, I'ma Ice gon' blind, don't make a mistake And I'll do whatever it take, to money for real
I'm in the kitchen, the Pyrex shaking I'm 'bout my game, got time for the faking I might be rapping, but I'm brick breaking 'Cause ain't no limit, to this I'll be making
I'm in the kitchen, with the Pyrex I'm my game, ain't got time for the faking I might be rapping, but I'm still cake 'Cause ain't no limit, to 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 breaking 'Cause ain't no limit, to this money be making
I'm in the kitchen, with the Pyrex I'm 'bout my game, ain't got for the faking