Bricks at the Pen

[Chorus: 38 Spesh, Kool G Rap]

Huh, I'm tired of throwing bricks at the pen, nigga

Eyes locked on the jackpot

We're trying to get that "World Is Ours" blimp figures

Bitch niggas resent killas

Clique full of rich niggas

Chinchilla cover my bitch figure

[Verse 1: Kool G Rap]

Baby Face Nelson in the tower of the Shelton

Niggas run up, shells from hell gon' melt 'em

Some niggas ain't feel 'em, some of them felt 'em

There's butter on some Belgiums, I eat them niggas for breakfast in Belgium (What)

20 thousand karats hanging down to the belt, man

Louisville luggage, call up the bellman, that's twelve grand (Twelve grand)

Sick of the scraping, need this paper like he's Warren Buffett (Warren Buffet)

Niggas disgusted, never trust a firearm or tuck it (Uh)

Keep twenty shooters ’round me and my nigga 38 (Yeah)

Got sturdy 8s aimed right at your face, baby, we're merging weight

You fuck around I'll tie all you niggas with dirty tape

We raise hairs, the other thing raised here is the murder rate

Let's pray

[Chorus: 38 Spesh, Kool G Rap]

Huh, I'm tired of throwing bricks at the pen, nigga

Eyes locked on the jackpot

We're trying to get that 'World Is Ours' blimp figures

Bitch niggas resent killas

Clique full of rich niggas

Chinchilla cover my bitch figure

Huh, I'm tired of throwing bricks at the pen, nigga

Eyes locked on the jackpot

We're trying to get that 'World Is Ours' blimp figures

Bitch niggas resent killas

Clique full of rich niggas

Chinchilla cover my bitch figure

[Verse 2: 38 Spesh]

Huh, stay away from niggas whose Bent is straight shady

Used to pay the strip, now real estate pay me

My man finna ride, he finna take eighty

Told him "Be cool on Interstate 80"

Swerve through Pennsylvania

A nigga playing with my paper, one call'll turn your block to Pistol-mania

We still cop burners from Arabians

Unidentified, the murders was miscellaneous

If you don't want to die then pay me then

They found 'em hog-tied with his lady friend

Huh, I catch a nigga coming out the ATM

Huh, I'm trying to get eighty Ms

I'm throwing bricks at the pen, you chilling on the strip, that's a sin

My workers switch shifts after ten

I ride around looking for a bitch I can bend

Thick with dark skin, that's what I recommend, huh

[Chorus: 38 Spesh, Kool G Rap]

Huh, I'm tired of throwing bricks at the pen, nigga

Eyes locked on the jackpot

We're trying to get that 'World Is Ours' blimp figures

Bitch niggas resent killas

Clique full of rich niggas

Chinchilla cover my bitch figure

Huh, I'm tired of throwing bricks at the pen, nigga

Eyes locked on the jackpot

We're trying to get that 'World Is Ours' blimp figures

Bitch niggas resent killas

Clique full of rich niggas

Chinchilla cover my bitch figure