8Ball, MJG - Crumbz 2 Brixx lyrics
[8Ball, MJG - Crumbz 2 Brixx lyrics]
In this game of life I’m the target
I duck and I dodge shit
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 nigga and his momma think
That they got it made
And these bitches out for a fat nigga riches
Think they getting a nigga sprung ‘cause
I’m getting into them britches
I’m a player, not an actor see
Pussy 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 nigga that know it’s
Always gonna get greater later
Niggas 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
("Damn, baby, I love you")
When that real nigga step in
("Nigga, fuck you") crumbs to bricks
What is the definition of this phrase
Blaze the spliff, my nigga
‘cause you will never know
Crumbs to bricks, crumbs to bricks
Why these niggas wanna turn crumbs to bricks?
Crumbs to bricks, crumbs to bricks
Why these bitches wanna turn
Crumbs to bricks?
Crumbs to bricks, crumbs to bricks
Why these niggas wanna turn crumbs to bricks?
Crumbs to bricks, crumbs to bricks
Why these bitches wanna turn
Crumbs to bricks?
Young nigga got problems and don’t
Know how to solve them
What’s a good solution for
This busta ass pollution?
Confusion is evident when dealing with
That Iz-eight the grizeat
Fresher than Colgate but more
Scandalous than Watergate
Hoes better recognize, niggas need to wise up
Crumbs on the table got us
Niggas living fucked up
Hoes got their hands out
Niggas got their hands out
Jealous muthafuckas sniffin’
Keepin’ a nigga’s ass out
Jackin’ ain’t the way for me
Slangin’ ain’t the way for me
Crumbs to bricks defined by MJ-fucking-G
("Crumbs to bricks, crumbs to bricks
Player haters wanna turn crumbs to bricks")
Nothin’ but muthafuckin’ hoe shit
Make me go get my killer 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’
Nigga 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 ass
Think about your home turf and run fast
I realize that shit is getting niggas hit
Niggas froze, and making niggas whoop hoes
It ain’t no room for
You muthafuckin’ brick stackers
Fuck you nothin’-to do ass crumbsnatchers
The definition of the topic:
A nigga with a pebble in his hand
But a boulder in his back pocket
Got many doing something small
Something real petty
Some shit that eventually started
To get heavy the only reason for the shit as
Far as I can see you ain’t got shit to do so
You wanna fuck with me
About a bitch I’m fucking with
You used to fuck with
Oh, is it true you wanna
Peel shit with the click?
‘Cause the company you keep is just like you
Small-minded bustas who ain’t got shit to do
So you’re your eyes wide open for
Them hoes and them tricks
Who out to turn crumbs into bricks
Yeah, MJ-muthafuckin’-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
Shit like sand and dust
Trying to build a house with that shit
But what y’all need to do
Y’all need to cease with tha shit
Cease with that hot sauce and
Get with this ketchup
‘Cause this shit is thick like 57
And we in this muthafucka for the 9-4
And Suave out peace, baby
("Crumbs to bricks, crumbs to bricks
Why you bustas wanna turn crumbs to bricks?")
I duck and I dodge shit
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 nigga and his momma think
That they got it made
And these bitches out for a fat nigga riches
Think they getting a nigga sprung ‘cause
I’m getting into them britches
I’m a player, not an actor see
Pussy 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 nigga that know it’s
Always gonna get greater later
Niggas 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
("Damn, baby, I love you")
When that real nigga step in
("Nigga, fuck you") crumbs to bricks
What is the definition of this phrase
Blaze the spliff, my nigga
‘cause you will never know
Crumbs to bricks, crumbs to bricks
Why these niggas wanna turn crumbs to bricks?
Crumbs to bricks, crumbs to bricks
Why these bitches wanna turn
Crumbs to bricks?
Crumbs to bricks, crumbs to bricks
Why these niggas wanna turn crumbs to bricks?
Crumbs to bricks, crumbs to bricks
Why these bitches wanna turn
Crumbs to bricks?
Young nigga got problems and don’t
Know how to solve them
What’s a good solution for
This busta ass pollution?
Confusion is evident when dealing with
That Iz-eight the grizeat
Fresher than Colgate but more
Scandalous than Watergate
Hoes better recognize, niggas need to wise up
Crumbs on the table got us
Niggas living fucked up
Hoes got their hands out
Niggas got their hands out
Jealous muthafuckas sniffin’
Keepin’ a nigga’s ass out
Jackin’ ain’t the way for me
Slangin’ ain’t the way for me
Crumbs to bricks defined by MJ-fucking-G
("Crumbs to bricks, crumbs to bricks
Player haters wanna turn crumbs to bricks")
Nothin’ but muthafuckin’ hoe shit
Make me go get my killer 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’
Nigga 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 ass
Think about your home turf and run fast
I realize that shit is getting niggas hit
Niggas froze, and making niggas whoop hoes
It ain’t no room for
You muthafuckin’ brick stackers
Fuck you nothin’-to do ass crumbsnatchers
The definition of the topic:
A nigga with a pebble in his hand
But a boulder in his back pocket
Got many doing something small
Something real petty
Some shit that eventually started
To get heavy the only reason for the shit as
Far as I can see you ain’t got shit to do so
You wanna fuck with me
About a bitch I’m fucking with
You used to fuck with
Oh, is it true you wanna
Peel shit with the click?
‘Cause the company you keep is just like you
Small-minded bustas who ain’t got shit to do
So you’re your eyes wide open for
Them hoes and them tricks
Who out to turn crumbs into bricks
Yeah, MJ-muthafuckin’-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
Shit like sand and dust
Trying to build a house with that shit
But what y’all need to do
Y’all need to cease with tha shit
Cease with that hot sauce and
Get with this ketchup
‘Cause this shit is thick like 57
And we in this muthafucka for the 9-4
And Suave out peace, baby
("Crumbs to bricks, crumbs to bricks
Why you bustas wanna turn crumbs to bricks?")