Bricks at the Pen lyrics

[Chorus: 38 Spesh, Kool G Rap]
Huh, I'm tired of throwing bricks at the pen, n*gga
Eyes locked on the jackpot
We're trying to get that "World Is Ours" blimp figures
b*tch n*ggas resent killas
Clique full of rich n*ggas
Chinchilla cover my b*tch figure

[Verse 1: Kool G Rap]
Baby Face Nelson in the tower of the Shelton
n*ggas run up, shells from hell gon' melt 'em
Some n*ggas ain't feel 'em, some of them felt 'em
There's butter on some Belgiums, I eat them n*ggas 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)
n*ggas disgusted, never trust a firearm or tuck it (Uh)
Keep twenty shooters ’round me and my n*gga 38 (Yeah)
Got sturdy 8s aimed right at your face, baby, we're merging weight
You f*ck around I'll tie all you n*ggas 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, n*gga
Eyes locked on the jackpot
We're trying to get that 'World Is Ours' blimp figures
b*tch n*ggas resent killas
Clique full of rich n*ggas
Chinchilla cover my b*tch figure
Huh, I'm tired of throwing bricks at the pen, n*gga
Eyes locked on the jackpot
We're trying to get that 'World Is Ours' blimp figures
b*tch n*ggas resent killas
Clique full of rich n*ggas
Chinchilla cover my b*tch figure
[Verse 2: 38 Spesh]
Huh, stay away from n*ggas 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 n*gga 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 n*gga 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 b*tch 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, n*gga
Eyes locked on the jackpot
We're trying to get that 'World Is Ours' blimp figures
b*tch n*ggas resent killas
Clique full of rich n*ggas
Chinchilla cover my b*tch figure
Huh, I'm tired of throwing bricks at the pen, n*gga
Eyes locked on the jackpot
We're trying to get that 'World Is Ours' blimp figures
b*tch n*ggas resent killas
Clique full of rich n*ggas
Chinchilla cover my b*tch figure