Major Distribution Lyrics - 50 Cent

I'm trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more 

I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw 

(I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor 

Now I'm trying to move 5 pounds, 10 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 100 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, I've been 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 

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I'm trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more 

I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw 

(I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor 

Now I'm trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy) 

I give a fuck about a fed as I jump up outta bed 

5 pounds, 10 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 smash the kush, from 5 to 9 

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 

5-0, 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? 

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I'm trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more 

I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw 

(I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor 

Now I'm trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy) 

5 AM in the kitchen, nigga, I'm coughing 

Bag full of white 8 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, gamechanging 

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 

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 250's, wrap it up in plastic, yeah 

I'm trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more 

I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw 

(I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor 

Now I'm trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy) 

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 5 pounds, 10 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 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!