House of Bricks

This little piggy got a house made of bricks

Hand over hand over hand over fists

This little piggy got a house made of bricks

Huff and puff, bitch, you ain't blowin' down shit

This little piggy got a house made of bricks

Hand over hand over hand over fists

This little piggy got a house made of bricks

Huff and puff, bitch, you ain't blowin' down shit

Runnin' on fumes, walkin' on coals

Pockets on Rogaine, balled out of control

Green means go, red means go

I'm color blind, motherfucker, I don't know

Feet are beatin' the block, I'm bleedin' it, squeezin' the juice out

D's are screamin' to stop, I'm fleein' the scene with the tool out

Money talk, if you showin' off then that money talk too loud

Slap a gag order on the vault and cut Benjamin's tongue out

Them dead presidents run mouth, won't be no more discussion

Go so hard in the paint, I fuck it and bust a nut in the bucket

And run amok on you fuckwits and piss and cuss up in public

My come up ain't one to fuck with, not for nothing, you nothing

Stop it, slime, y'all are snot rockets

Got a lot of products stocked in the Dockers, that's hot pockets

Fresh out the car wash, still got a dirty trunk

Out for that gold plaque like some old dirty fronts

This little piggy got a house made of bricks

Hand over hand over hand over fists

This little piggy got a house made of bricks

Huff and puff, bitch, you ain't blowin' down shit

This little piggy got a house made of bricks

Hand over hand over hand over fists

This little piggy got a house made of bricks

Huff and puff, bitch, you ain't blowin' down shit

One fish, two fish, platinum fish, gold fish

So rich I burn bridges to keep a stoge lit

Put the Queensboro in my pipe and smoke it

Then scrape the bowl clean and blaze it to the roach clip

I play them corners like a rook on a chessboard

Couple thousand dollars worth of work in the Guess drawers

Up and down the block play ring and run up at death's door

Ain't bother asking coppers what I'm under arrest for

I let it splatter in the batter till it's magnifique

The Motorola blow up till battery acid leak

A grand feast on the block so let the man eat

This one's on the house, I prefer it off the damn street

This little piggy got a house made of bricks

Hand over hand over hand over fists

This little piggy got a house made of bricks

Huff and puff, bitch, you ain't blowing down shit

This little piggy got a house made of bricks

Hand over hand over hand over fists

This little piggy got a house made of bricks

Huff and puff, bitch, you ain't blowing down shit

It's the, oh, my godfather of soul

Strop, drop, lock and load, dot, dot, dot, you know the rest

Holes in chests lay souls to rest

Clothes a mess, best protect necks or you'll be next

I hold weight then distribute post haste

Got whole birds on the arm, I'm Ghostface

Making tall orders, taking no shorts

How'd that little guy get on such a high horse?

Hand over hand over hand over fists

Hand over hand over hand over fists

Hand over hand over hand over fists

Hand over hand over hand over fists

Hand over hand over hand over fists