Artist: 50 Cent f/ Snoop Dogg, Young Jeezy Album: Street King Immortal Song: Major Distribution Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: 50 Cent] Uhh, yeah, ha ha [Chorus: 50 Cent] + (Snoop Dogg) I'm tryin to move one brick, two bricks, three bricks, four, more, more, more I'm tryin to move five bricks, ten bricks, twenty bricks raw, boy, boy, boy (I smoke one ounce starin at the Caddy on the showroom floor, floor, floor) (Now I'm tryin to move five pounds, ten pounds, twenty pounds more, boy, boy, boy) [50 Cent] Run tell the Bloods I'm Crip'n, go tell the Crips I'm Blood Nigga I be trippin, bitch I don't give a fuck I put the K on niggaz, I spray on niggaz Come through 2012, XJ on niggaz! I'm a apex predator, nigga I'm strollin Shooters on deck, I break bread and they own me Niggaz said I fell off, oh you heard I fell off Why the fuck would you be repeatin that? Nigga I'm a rap tycoon, make 100 mil' by June Now who the fuck said I can't rap, Jack? I'm in a dopefiend's dream, I got it for 'em raw I got the morphine memories, 'cept I'm breakin the law I was born a problem, in a stroller with the llama I'm violent, I kill a nigga, put that on my momma Nah nah, don't tell me nothin 'bout none of these niggaz I'll smoke ALL these niggaz for this bread [Chrous] [Snoop Dogg] I give a fuck about a Fed as I jump up outta bed Five pounds, ten pounds, twenty pounds, yeah! I'm tryin 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 bernie that'll fire From Cali to Kingston, back to N.Y. Snoop's master kush, fo'-five to nine Come by and get you some pounds and now you're flyin high Run with the metal with my foot to the pedal G's with the trees and the C's on my level 5-0, you know I go hard, these fools caught me Bogard Head nigga in charge, these niggaz soft as DeBarge But I ain't trippin, I'm just flippin my cheese Cause if you really want the bomb come and fuck with yo' G's I got it, always kill, always will Had dat, sit dat, my nigga get dat, you hear dat? [Chorus] w/ Young Jeezy ad libs [Young Jeezy] 5 AM in the kitchen nigga I'm coughin Bag full of white 8-balls, I'm going golfin Now homie got killed last night, bought him a coffin Retaliated the same night, made him a dolphin Ah~! Guess that's the life of a yay flipper Chopper make ya ass get naked just like a stripper Got cameras for the jackers, home invaders man Them niggaz come in all black like they Raiders fans All I saw growin up was kilos and gangbangin Then the homie taught me to whip, game changin Now I'm breakin 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 gon' split it The type of nigga work that visit like it's a skillet Less soda more water, stretchin like it's elastic Weigh it up in, 250's, wrap it in plastic, yeah [Chorus] [Outro: Snoop] Yeah, you know what it is It's your Crip'n 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 them niggaz out there in the N.Y. need it You're my connect so I can hook them niggaz up with that uhh Ooh-wee, ooh-wee, I'm tryin to move this shit cuz For real though, I got too much of this shit homie Yeah, I'm Bob Marley reincarnated YEA! Rastafari