Major Distribution (feat. Snoop Dogg & Young Jeezy)

I'm trying to move one brick, two brick, three bricks, four, more I'm trying to move five bricks, ten bricks, 20 bricks, raw (I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor) (Now I'm trying to move five pounds, ten pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy) Run tell the Bloods I'm crippin', go tell the Crips I'm Blood Nigga, I be trippin', bitch, I don't give a fuck I put the K on niggas, I spray on niggas Come through 2012 XJ on niggas I'm an apex predator, nigga I'm stronger Shooters on deck, I break bread and they on ya Niggas said I fell off, oh, you heard I fell off? Why the fuck would you be repeating that? Nigga, I'm a rap tycoon, make a hundred mill by June Now who the fuck said I can't rap, Jay? I'm in a dope fiend's dream, I got it for 'em raw I got that morphine memories, except I'm breaking the law I was born a burner, in the stroller with the llama I'm violent, I kill a nigga, put that on my mama Nah, nah, don't tell me nothing about none of these niggas I smoke all these niggas for this bread I'm trying to move one brick, two brick, three bricks, four, more I'm trying to move five bricks, ten bricks, 20 bricks, raw (I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor) (Now I'm trying to move five pounds, ten pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy) I give a fuck about a fed as I jump up outta bed Five pounds, ten pounds, 20 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, oh, my, I got a birdie that'll fly From Cali to Kingston, back to NY Snoop's master kush, puff five to nine Come by and get you some pounds and now you flying high Run 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 nigga in charge, these niggas soft as DeBarge But I ain't tripping, I'm just flipping my cheese 'Cause if you really want the bomb come and fuck with your G's I got it, always kill, always will Had that, sit that, my nigga get that, you hear that? I'm trying to move one brick, two brick, three bricks, four, more I'm trying to move five bricks, ten bricks, 20 bricks, raw (I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor) (Now I'm trying to move five pounds, ten pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy) 5 a.m. in the kitchen, nigga, I'm coughing Bag full of white eight balls, I'm going golfing Now 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 Choppers making your ass get naked just like a stripper Got cameras for the jackers, home invaders, man Them niggas coming all black like they Raiders fans All I saw growing up was kilos and gangbanging Then the homie taught me to whip, game changing Now I'm breaking down birds on the coffee table Yeah, and half them bitches sold 'fore they off the table Gotta look, nigga wantin' my half, I'm gonna split it (split it) The type of nigga work that visit like it's a skillet Less Soda more water, stretching like it's elastic Weigh it up in two fifty's, wrap it up in plastic, yeah I'm trying to move one brick, two brick, three bricks, four, more I'm trying to move five bricks, ten bricks, 20 bricks, raw (I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor) (Now I'm trying to move five pounds, ten pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy) Yeah, you know what it is. It's your cripping cousin, five-O Anytime you need that mothafuckin' smoke, you know I got it, cuz You need five pounds, ten pounds, 20 pounds? Whatever you need, you know I got it And if them niggas out there in the NY need it Give 'em my connect so I can hook them niggas up with that Ooh wee, ooh wee! We tryna move this shit, cuz For real though I got too much of this shit, homie Yeah, I'm Bob Marley reincarnated, yeah, Rastafari