Crumbz 2 Brixx - 8Ball & MJG

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 getting hit

These hoes think I slang birds ‘cause I’m living comfortable

Fool, I had to struggle ‘cause my father ain’t Cliff Huxtable

22 years of hustling, now I’m paid

And every nigga and his momma 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, mayne

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 fighting for hoes and hoes pimp ‘em well

And most of them bustas end up dead or in a jail cell

Hoodrat hoes tellin' these bustas («Baby, I love you»)

When that busta drop off that cheese («Ooh, baby, I love you»)

When that busta 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

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?

Young nigga got problems and don’t know how to solve them

What’s a good solution for this busta 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 living fucked up

Hoes got their hands out, niggas got their hands out

Jealous muthafuckas sniffin', keepin' a nigga’s ass out

Jackin' ain’t the way for me, slangin' ain’t the way for me

Crumbs to bricks defined by MJ-fucking-G

(«Crumbs to bricks, crumbs to bricks

Player haters wanna turn crumbs to bricks»)

Nothin' but muthafuckin' hoe shit, make me go get my killer big six shooter

Watch me move a busta through the wall and break ya

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 sucka 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 making niggas whoop hoes

It ain’t no room for you muthafuckin' brick stackers

Fuck you nothin'-to-do ass crumbsnatchers

The definition of the topic:

A nigga with a pebble in his hand but a boulder in his back pocket

Got many doing 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 fucking with you used to fuck with

Oh, is it true you wanna peel shit with the click?

‘Cause the company you keep is just like you

Small-minded bustas who ain’t got shit to do

So you’re your eyes wide open for them hoes and them tricks

Who out to turn crumbs into bricks

Yeah, MJ-muthafuckin'-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 tha shit

Cease with that hot sauce and get with this ketchup

‘Cause this shit is thick like 57

And we in this muthafucka for the 9−4

And Suave out;

peace, baby

(«Crumbs to bricks, crumbs to bricks

Why you bustas wanna turn crumbs to bricks?»)