I'm trying to move one brick, two brick, three bricks, four, more, more, more I'm trying to move five bricks, ten bricks, twenty bricks, four, four, four, four I smoked one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor, floor, floor Now I'm trying to move five pounds, ten pounds, twenty pounds, more, more, more, more Run till the blood's in crippin', go tell the crips I'm blood God be trippin', but I don't give a fuck I put the K on ya, I spray on ya, come through 2012, XJ on ya I'm a apex predator, I'm strong, shooters on deck, I break bread and they on ya Said I fell off, oh you heard I fell off, why the fuck would you be repeating that I'm a rap tycoon, make a hundred mil by June, now who the fuck said I can't rap Jack, I'm in the dope fiend's dream, I got it from bro, got the morphine memories, I've been breaking the law I was blown up on her, in the stroller with the llama I'm violent, I'm killing you, put that on my mama Nah, nah, don't tell me nothing about none of these niggas, I smoke all these niggas for this parade I'm trying to move one brick, two brick, three bricks, four, more, more, more I'm trying to move five bricks, ten bricks, twenty bricks, four, more, more, more I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor, floor, floor Now I'm trying to move five pounds, ten pounds, twenty pounds, more, more, more, more I give a fuck about a fed as I jump up outta bed, five pounds, ten pounds, twenty 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 old ride I got a birdie, got a five, from Cali to Kingstown, back to NY Snoop's master, Kush, on five to nine Come by and get you some pounds and now you're flying high Rolling with the metal with my foot to the pedal G's with the trees and the C's on my level Five-O, you know I go hard, these fools call me Bogart Head in charge, these niggas soft as the barge But I ain't tripping, I'm just flipping my cheese Cause if you really want the bomb, come and put your G's, I got it Always kill, always will, have that, say that, my nigga give that, you hear that? I'm trying to move one brick, two brick, three bricks, four, more, more I'm trying to move five bricks, ten bricks, twenty bricks, more, more, more I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor Now I'm trying to move five pounds, ten pounds, twenty pounds, more, more, more Five A.M. in the kitchen, I'm coughing Bag full of white A-balls, I'm going coughing And the 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 Top of naked, skid niggas just like a stripper Got cameras for the jackets, home invaders, man I'm coming all black like they Raiders fans All I saw growing up was kilos and gangbangers Then the homie taught me to whip, game changers Now I'm breaking down birds on the coffee table You ain't have to solve all day off the table Got a little quarter of a half, I'm gonna split it The top of you, work that vision like it's a skillet Let's soak them on water, stretch it like it's elastic Weigh it up in two-fifths, just wrap it up last I'm trying to move one brick, two brick, three bricks, four, more, more I'm trying to move five bricks, ten bricks, twenty bricks, more, more, more I smoke one ounce, staring at the caddy on the showroom floor, floor Now I'm trying to move five pounds, ten pounds, twenty pounds, more, more, more, more Yeah, you know what it is It's your crippled cousin, 5-0 Anytime you need that motherfuckin' smoke, you know I got it, cuz You need five pounds, ten pounds, twenty pounds, whatever you need, you know I got it And if the moves out there in the N.Y. need it Yo, my connect's locked and hooked in, what's up with that, huh? Oh, wait, oh, wait I'm trying to mow this shit, cuz For real, though I got too much of this shit, homie Yeah, I'm Bob Marley reincarnated Cha! Rastafari