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8ball & mjg - crumbz 2 brixx lyrics

[verse 1: eightball]
in this game of life i’m the target, i duck and i dodge sh-t
but in the end i just can’t win, i still end up getting hit
these hoes think i slang birds ‘cause i’m living comfortable
fool, i had to struggle ‘cause my father ain’t cliff huxtable
22 years of hustling, now i’m paid
and every n-gga and his momma think that they got it made
and these b-tches out for a fat n-gga riches
think they getting a n-gga sprung ‘cause i’m getting into them britches
i’m a player, not an actor; see, p-ssy ain’t no factor
the fact is the funds, and if there ain’t none, then i’m outie, mayne
hard from the start, trained to sniff out player haters
i’m just that n-gga that know it’s always gonna get greater later
n-ggas fighting for hoes and hoes pimp ‘em well
and most of them bustas end up dead or in a jail cell
hoodrat hoes tellin’ these bustas (“baby, i love you”)
when that busta drop off that cheese (“ooh, baby, i love you”)
when that busta mouth go down south (“d-mn, baby, i love you”)
when that real n-gga step in (“n-gga, f-ck you”)
crumbs to bricks, what is the definition of this phrase
blaze the spliff, my n-gga, ‘cause you will never know

[chorus]
crumbs to bricks, crumbs to bricks
why these n-ggas wanna turn crumbs to bricks?
crumbs to bricks, crumbs to bricks
why these b-tches wanna turn crumbs to bricks?
crumbs to bricks, crumbs to bricks
why these n-ggas wanna turn crumbs to bricks?
crumbs to bricks, crumbs to bricks
why these b-tches wanna turn crumbs to bricks?

[verse 2: 8ball]
young n-gga got problems and don’t know how to solve them
what’s a good solution for this busta -ss pollution?
confusion is evident when dealing with that iz-eight the grizeat
fresher than colgate but more scandalous than watergate
hoes better recognize, n-ggas need to wise up
crumbs on the table got us n-ggas living f-cked up
hoes got their hands out, n-ggas got their hands out
jealous m-th-f-ckas sniffin’, keepin’ a n-gga’s -ss out
jackin’ ain’t the way for me, slangin’ ain’t the way for me
crumbs to bricks defined by mj-f-cking-g

(“crumbs to bricks, crumbs to bricks
player haters wanna turn crumbs to bricks”)

[verse 3: mjg]
nothin’ but m-th-f-ckin’ hoe sh-t, make me go get my k!ller big six shooter
watch me move a busta through the wall and break ya
look how i pumped it, look how we dumped him, he was slippin’
so he was victim, another pistol grippin’, n-gga
look how the trigger release the hammer to the pin
another sucka gone in the wind
over what? i still wonder what took him under
even though i was the executioner, what was the use in the
way he approached me with no respect
therefore the only result will be put you in check
next time if you leave your nuts, turn around, pluck ‘em in your -ss
think about your home turf and run fast
i realize that sh-t is getting n-ggas hit
n-ggas froze, and making n-ggas whoop hoes
it ain’t no room for you m-th-f-ckin’ brick stackers
f-ck you nothin’-to-do -ss crumbsn-tchers
the definition of the topic:
a n-gga with a pebble in his hand but a boulder in his back pocket
got many doing something small, something real petty
some sh-t that eventually started to get heavy
the only reason for the sh-t as far as i can see
you ain’t got sh-t to do so you wanna f-ck with me
about a b-tch i’m f-cking with you used to f-ck with
oh, is it true you wanna peel sh-t with the cl!ck?
‘cause the company you keep is just like you
small-minded bustas who ain’t got sh-t to do
so you’re your eyes wide open for them hoes and them tricks
who out to turn crumbs into bricks

[outro: mjg]
yeah, mj-m-th-f-ckin’-g in the house
letting y’all know exactly what we mean by turning a crumb into a brick
really, the way we said this should’ve been self-explanatory
but let me break it down for you:
it’s just as simple as taking small sh-t like sand and dust
trying to build a house with that sh-t
but what y’all need to do, y’all need to cease with tha sh-t
cease with that hot sauce and get with this ketchup
‘cause this sh-t is thick like 57
and we in this m-th-f-cka for the 9-4
and suave out; peace, baby

(“crumbs to bricks, crumbs to bricks
why you bustas wanna turn crumbs to bricks?”)

- 8ball mjg lyrics

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