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