[Hook: 50 Cent and Snoop Dogg]I'm trying to move one brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, moreI'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw(I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floorNow I'm trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]Run tell the Bloods I?m crippin', go tell the Crips I?m BloodNigga, I be trippin', bitch, I don't give a fuckI put the K on niggas, I spray on niggasCome through 2012 XJ on niggasI'm an apex predator, nigga I'm strongerShooters on deck, I break bread and they on yaNiggas 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 100 mill by JuneNow who the fuck said I can't rap, Jay?I'm in a dope fiend's dream, I got it for 'em rawI got that morphine memories, except I'm breaking the lawI was born a burner, in the stroller with the llamaI'm violent, I kill a nigga, put that on my mamaNah, nah, don't tell me nothing about none of these niggasI smoke all these niggas for this bread
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]I give a fuck about a fed as I jump up outta bed5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, yeahI'm trying to put this shit away on the lowI need a hit a day, think you better get awayFrom my, oh, my, I got a birdie that'll flyFrom Cali to Kingston, back to NYSnoop's master kush, puff 5 to 9Come by and get you some pounds and now you flying highRun with the metal with my foot to the pedalG's with the trees and the C's on my level5-0, you know I go hard, these fools call me BogartHead nigga in charge, these niggas soft as DeBargeBut I ain't tripping, I'm just flipping my cheeseCause if you really want the bomb come and fuck with your G'sI got it, always kill, always willHad that, sit that, my nigga get that, you hear that?
[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]5 a.m. in the kitchen, nigga, I'm coughingBag full of white 8 balls, I'm going golfingNow homie got killed last night, bought him a coffinRetaliated the same night, made him a dolphinGuess that's the life of a yay' flipperChoppers making your ass get naked just like a stripperGot cameras for the jackers, home invaders, manThem niggas coming all black like they Raiders fansAll I saw growing up was kilos and gangbangingThen the homie taught me to whip, game changingNow I'm breaking down birds on the coffee tableYeah, and half them bitches sold 'fore they off the tableGotta look, nigga wantin' my half, I?m gonna split itThe type of nigga work that visit like it's a skilletLess Soda more water, stretching like it's elasticWeigh it up in 250's, wrap it up in plastic, yeah
[Outro: Snoop Dogg]Yeah, you know what it is.It's your cripping cousin, 5-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.Jah! Rastafari!