Lil' Keke

Lil' Keke - Pyrex Shakin' lyrics

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(feat. Lil' C)



[talking:]

Lil' Keke the Don, Lil' C the Underboss

C.M.G. fa sho



[Lil' Keke:]

Hit licks for heavy bricks, I get it 14 plain

Coming from out of town, it's gon be 19 a thang

Rock for rock, zone for zone

Block for block, getting it on till the whole thang gone

I'm a rap star, but I got love for the do

Going hard with the snow, till it ain't no mo'

Cash flow, I keep it cracking and stay stacking

Distribute these goods, and try to ease away from jacking

My neighborhood, it rock like heavy metal

We raised that way, so you can play it on the ghetto



[Lil' C:]

I got that work nigga, but I ain't Beatrice

Keep seventeen bricks, in the pissy mattress

H-Town H-Town, the city of dope

Got the shit channeled, with the chickens under the boat

Don't get me wrong, some fly and some float

My nigga in Rico, from the Gulf of Mexico

To the fat sack of do-do, that me and Ke' smoke

I'm the quarterback, my receiver wide open

For a pass, got the police on D

But shit knowing me, I'ma throw a T.D.



[Hook:]

I'm in the kitchen, with the pyrex shaking

I'm bout my game, ain't got time for the faking

I might be rapping, but I'm still brick breaking

Cause ain't no limit, to this money I be making

I'm in the kitchen, with the pyrex shaking

I'm bout my game, ain't got time for the faking

I might be rapping, but I'm still cake baking

Cause ain't no limit, to this money I be making



[Lil' Keke:]

You know the streets end up, and I just can't let up

Niggaz falling out of line, man they must catch up

Cause the limo's, jacuzzi's and presidential suites

All that pretty shit, can't keep my hands out the streets

I do it dirty, the type of work that get a nigga thirty

Birds that get the worm, are the ones up early

It's a hard job, trying to survive the mob

Staying in the limelight, without a playa getting robbed

I got a brick hanging, and it's wrapped like a gift

With a poisonous smell, that the dogs can't sniff

Airplanes and trains, mics and cocaine

It's twenty for a show, twenty for a thang

Rapping is beautiful, it got a young nigga shining

But some'ing in my blood, that just keep a nigga grinding

I get's paid, on a regular basis

So many faces, so many places what



[Hook]



[Lil' C:]

It ain't no limit to this money, I'm telling you mayn the game funny

Niggaz wasn't with it, till you mention big face hundreds

Get the bricks, load em in the train

Load em in the submarine, load em in the plane

It's in the game, like EA Sports

Slip and get hit, with bullets of all sorts

You don't wanna play around, with me do ya

Hollow tips shred right through ya, treat you like I never knew ya

Behind my work

And I'm always one deep when I do my dirt, the truth hurt

It hit you like a boomerang, and come back

Like dope fiends, digging for hard crack

Get your mind right, 'fore you fuck with mine

24/7 3-65, I'ma shine

Ice gon blind, don't make a mistake dummy

And I'll do whatever it take, to make money for real



[Hook x2]
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