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La Chat - Murder She Spoke - A Crumb 2 a Brick
Murder She Spoke
01. Intro
02. Don’t Sang It
03. A Crumb 2 a Brick
04. You Ain’t Mad Iz Ya
05. Ghetto Ballin’
06. Slob on My Cat Intro
07. Slob on My Cat
08. Salt Shakers Hotline
09. Salk Shakers
10. Smoke Witcha
11. Peanut Butter
12. U Claimin’ You’re Real
13. Luv 2 Get High
14. Make Somethin
15. Ain’t No Ni**a
16. Ni**a Comin Clean
17. What Kinda Bi**h Do You Want
18. I Don’t Trust Dem Boys
19. Yeah, I Rob
20. Wolf Pack
21. Outroduction
[Chorus] x1
I flip a crumb 2 a brick
A brick 2 some rocks
Some rocks 2 a juice
(Now we chopping up them for food)
A chevy 2 a lac
A lac 2 a vet
A vet 2 a benz
(With this dough we makin' ends nigga)
I flip a crumb 2 a brick
A brick 2 some rocks
Some rocks 2 a juice
(Now we chopping up them for food)
A chevy 2 a lac
A lac 2 a vet
A vet 2 a benz
(With this dough we makin' ends nigga)
[Verse 1]
You can call Mrs. Serv On, cause I get my hustle on
Looking for some donkey kong, got me blowing up my phone
So you wanna get along, got no money but you (?)
I'ma break you off a crumb, leave me in the early morn'
Always trapped up with a tone, Always shoot you when you gone
All you robbers got me wrong, I will show up at yo' home
Gotta make my money job, Fuck wit me and you'll be gone
Always striking for they call, La' Chat gotta make it known
I be bout' that money mayn, For the top is where I am
I don't play no looser games, Niggas always say my name
Shit I be the one to blame, When they ain't to booming thangs
In these streets they got to fight, Mayn you know I can't be lien'
Always strugglin' for they chains, Try my best to maintain
Watch them shoot it in they thang, It be throbbin' in the brain
I be causing plenty pain, (?)
Servin to much cocaine, Theya'll gone love me when I'm game
[Chorus] x1
[Verse 2]
I be posted on the tracks, Slanging rocks back-to-back
Shit I even fuck with packs, Everybody know La' Chat
Mayn I'm gone make a kill, Flip from rocks to servin' deals
Catch me on the corner still, Cause I'm out to make a mill'
Niggas thinkin' that I'm heavy, Cause I'm ridin in there chevy
(?) cause i'm sweaty, Got that hoe bumped down and ready
I'm a bitch about that skrilla, Got more work than half you niggas
Just to keep it on the realla, I'm a buy a drug dealer
Thuggin' on yo' fuckin block, Keep my eye up on the (?)
I ain't tryin to make it hot, So I get from spot to spot
Got to keep my 9 on me, Always ready fo' some heat
I don't know if you got beef, It's so hot out in the streets
But this how I choose to live, Thanks the lord to be forgived
This is how I pay my bills, This is how I eat a meal
I would give it up one day, When that day I can not say
Cause I feel I'm livin' straight, Slangin' dope what keep me paid
[Chorus] x1
I flip a crumb 2 a brick
A brick 2 some rocks
Some rocks 2 a juice
(Now we chopping up them for food)
A chevy 2 a lac
A lac 2 a vet
A vet 2 a benz
(With this dough we makin' ends nigga.
..ends nigga...ends nigga...ends nigga)