Christine Mcvie - Major Distribution lyrics

[Hook: 50 Cent (Snoop Dogg)] 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) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Run tell the Bloods I'm crippin', go tell the Crips I'm Blood n***a, I be trippin', b**h, I don't give a f** I put the K on n***as, I spray on n***as Come through 2012 XJ on n***as I'm an apex predator, n***a, I'm stronger Shooters on deck, I break bread and they on ya n***as said I fell off, oh, you heard I fell off? Why the f** would you be repeating that? n***a, I'm a rap tycoon, make a 100 mill by June Now who the f** 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 k** a n***a, put that on my mama Nah, nah, don't tell me nothing about none of these n***as I smoke all these n***as for this bread [Hook] [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] I give a f** about a fed as I jump up outta bed 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, yeah I'm trying to put this sh** 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 n***a in charge, these n***as soft as DeBarge But I ain't tripping, I'm just flipping my cheese Cause if you really want the bomb come and f** with your G's I got it, always k**, always will Had that, sit that, my n***a get that, you hear that? [Hook] [Verse 3: Young Jeezy] 5 AM in the kitchen, n***a, I'm coughing Bag full of white 8 balls, I'm going golfing Now homie got k**ed 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 a** get naked just like a stripper Got cameras for the jackers, home invaders, man Them n***as coming all black like they Raiders fans All I saw growing up was kilos and g**ning Then the homie taught me to whip, gamechanging Now I'm breaking down birds on the coffee table Yeah, and half them b**hes sold 'fore they off the table Gotta look, n***a wantin' my half, I'm gonna split it The type of n***a work that visit like it's a sk**et Less Soda, more water, stretching like it's elastic Weigh it up in 250's, wrap it up in plastic, yeah [Hook] [Outro: Snoop Dogg] Yeah, you know what it is. It's your cripping cousin, 5-O. Anytime you need that mothaf**in' 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 n***as out there in the NY need it give 'em my connect so I can hook them n***as up with that. Ooh wee, ooh wee! We tryna move this sh**, cuz. For real though. I got too much of this sh**, homie. Yeah, I'm Bob Marley reincarnated. Jah! Rastafari!