Crumbz 2 Brixx 8Ball & MJG

[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?