Pyrex Shakin'

Lil' Keke the Don, Lil' C the Underboss
 C.M.G. fa sho
 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
 I got that work nigga, but I ain't Beatrice
 Keep 17 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.
 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'll 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'll be making
 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 20 for a show, 20 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
 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'll 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'll be making
 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, 365, I'ma shine
 Ice gon' blind, don't make a mistake dummy
 And I'll do whatever it take, to make money for real
 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'll 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'll 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 brick breaking
 'Cause ain't no limit, to this money I'll be making
 I'm in the kitchen, with the Pyrex shaking
 I'm 'bout my game, ain't got time for the faking