House Of Bricks
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House Of Bricks
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This little piggy got a house made of bricks
Hand over hand over hand over fist
This little piggy got a house made of bricks
Huff and puff bitch, you ain't blowing down shit
Running on fumes, walking on coals
Pockets on Rogaine, balled out of control
Green means go, red means go
I'm color-blind motherfucker, I don't know
Feet are beating the block
I'm bleeding it squeezing the juice out
D's are screaming to stop, I'm fleeing the scene with the tool out
Money talk, if you showing off, then that money talk too loud
Slap a gag order on the vault and cut Benjamin's tongue out
Them dead presidents run mouth
Won't be no more discussion
Go so hard in the paint, I fuck it, bust a nut in the bucket
And run amok on you fuckwits, and piss and cuss up in public
My come-up ain't one to fuck with, not for nothing you nothing
Stop it slime, y’all are snot rockets
Got a lot of product stocked in the Dockers, that’s hot pockets
Fresh out the car wash, still got a dirty trunk
Out for that gold plaque like some old dirty fronts
One fish, two fish, platinum fish, gold fish
So rich I burn bridges to keep a stoge lit
Put the Queensboro in my pipe and smoke it
Then scrape the bowl clean and blaze it to the roach clip
I play them corners like a rook on a chessboard
Couple thousand dollars worth of work in the Guess drawers
Up and down the block play ring and run up at death’s door
Ain’t bother asking coppers what I’m under arrest for
I let it splatter in the batter till it’s magnifique
The Motorola blow up till battery acid leak
A grand feast on the block, so let the man eat
This one's on the house, I prefer it off the damn street
It's the oh my God father of soul, rock and roll
Stop, drop, lock, and load, dot dot dot, you know the rest
Holes in chests, lay souls to rest
Clothes a mess, best protect necks or you’ll be next
I hold weight and distribute it post-haste
Get whole birds on the arm, I’m Ghostface
Making tall orders, taking no shorts
How'd that little guy get on such a high horse?
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