Crumbz 2 Brixx

[Verse 1: 8Ball]
In this game of life, I'm the target, I duck and I dodge shit
But in the end, I just can't win, I still end up gettin' hit
These hoes think I sling birds 'cause I'm livin' comfortable
Fool, I had to struggle 'cause my father ain't Cliff Huxtable
Twenty-two years of hustling, now I'm paid
And every nigga and his mama think that they got it made
And these bitches out for a fat nigga riches
Think they getting a nigga sprung 'cause I'm getting into them britches
I'm a player, not an actor, see, pussy ain't no factor
The fact is the funds, and if there ain't none, then I'm outie, man
Hard from the start, trained to sniff out player haters
I'm just that nigga that know it's always gonna get greater later
Niggas fightin' for hoes and hoes pimp 'em well
And most of them busters end up dead or in a jail cell
Hoodrat hoes tellin' these busters (Baby, I love you)
When that buster drop off that cheese (Ooh, baby, I love you)
When that buster mouth go down south (Damn, baby, I love you)
When that real nigga step in (Nigga, fuck you)
Crumbs to bricks, what is the definition of this phrase?
Blaze the spliff, my nigga, 'cause you will never know

[Chorus]
Crumbs to bricks, crumbs to bricks
Why these niggas wanna turn crumbs to bricks?
Crumbs to bricks, crumbs to bricks
Why these bitches wanna turn crumbs to bricks?
Crumbs to bricks, crumbs to bricks
Why these niggas wanna turn crumbs to bricks?
Crumbs to bricks, crumbs to bricks
Why these bitches wanna turn crumbs to bricks?

[Verse 2: 8Ball]
Young nigga got problems and don't know how to solve them
What's a good solution for this buster-ass pollution?
Confusion is evident when dealing with that Iz-eight the grizeat
Fresher than Colgate, but more scandalous than Watergate
Hoes better recognize, niggas need to wise up
Crumbs on the table got us niggas livin' fucked up
Hoes got they hands out, niggas got they hands out
Jealous motherfuckers sniffin', keepin' a nigga's ass out
Jackin' ain't the way for me, slingin' ain't the way for me
Crumbs to bricks defined by MJ-fucking-G

[Chorus]
Crumbs to bricks, crumbs to bricks
Player haters wanna turn crumbs to bricks

[Verse 3: MJG]
Nothin' but motherfuckin' ho shit, make me go get my killer big six shooter
Watch me move a buster through the wall and break you
Look how I pumped it, look how we dumped him, he was slippin'
So he was victim, another pistol grippin' nigga
Look how the trigger release the hammer to the pin
Another sucker gone in the wind
Over what? I still wonder what took him under
Even though I was the executioner, what was the use in the
Way he approached me with no respect?
Therefore the only result will be put you in check
Next time, if you leave your nuts, turn around, pluck 'em in your ass
Think about your home turf and run fast
I realize that shit is getting niggas hit
Niggas froze and makin' niggas whoop hoes
It ain't no room for you motherfuckin' brick stackers
Fuck you nothin'-to-do-ass crumb snatchers
The definition of the topic
A nigga with a pebble in his hand, but a boulder in his back pocket
Comin' to you with something small, something real petty
Some shit that eventually started to get heavy
The only reason for the shit as far as I can see
You ain't got shit to do, so you wanna fuck with me
About a bitch I'm fuckin' that you used to fuck with
Oh, is it true you wanna kick shit with the click?
'Cause the company you keep is just like you
Small-minded busters who ain't got shit to do
So keep your eyes wide open for them hoes and them tricks
Who out to turn crumbs into bricks

[Interlude: MJG]
Yeah, MJ-motherfuckin'-G in the house
Letting y'all know exactly what we mean by turning a crumb into a brick
Really, the way we said this should've been self-explanatory
But let me break it down for you
It's just as simple as taking small shit like sand and dust, trying to build a house with that shit
But what y’all need to do, y’all need to cease with that shit
Cease with that hot sauce and get with this ketchup
'Cause this shit is thick like 57
And we in this motherfucker for the '94
And Suave out
Peace, baby

[Chorus]
Crumbs to bricks, crumbs to bricks
Why you busters wanna turn crumbs to bricks?