227 Harum My dude ConCreatures It's enticing, just try it Everybody's doing it, I promise you'll like it Don't fight it, hurry up and buy it I weigh it, throw it in the bag, knot it up and tie it Tight right, high as a kite, you flying Soaring through the sky and me I'm the copilot (Boldy Blocks) Bought to put a few Os inside the Pyrex (ConCreatures) Then cut on the stove and light the pilot (Yeahhh) Cinder blocks in the kitchen, all white bricks (Yup) Get the pot, skillet, chisel and the ice pick (Work) Ready-rock water whipping with the right wrist (Yeah) Let it lock when I hit it with them ice chips (Yop) Bro I sold dope on the night-shift Ice-cold with the flow, Bold you the nicest (Why thank you) With the politeness, seek and he shall find it Blinded, they tried to take my weakness for a kindness Grinded, in the streets I'm reminded Of times when they tried to throw my peoples in confinement (Hundred years) Before the fame it was big guns and diamonds Then came that strong word B.I.G. called consignment (From the block) Strictly for Lehman with fifties and nine M's (Uh-huh) As front-line-men, with ghetto Heisman's (Bold) Criminal minded, take a nigga brick And sell it back to him after I rob him For that dirty blonde, call it Dolly Parton Whole lotta fun, yeah girly awesome Natural born star, roll out the red carpet After I swill this jar, then I'mma charge a fortune Let her flirt with y'all, just for her enjoyment We split a thirty-ball, I took the larger portion While you under-bossing, filing unemployment Is you working hard? Or is you hardly working That C-O-N-C-R-E-A-T-U-R-E, is who we all reap Up them splits and zips, get two balls free (That's cash) But instead of spending you bought three (Eight ball) Bumped ya head for ten, that's two point three Short of a half, I shorted you point three (Ten) Plus the bag get a half of the three (Uh-huh) That's seventeen and a half short of an OZ (Oh boy) Man, now do the math with me (Uh-huh) That would be subtracting half and three (Grams) And a half exactly (Yeah) That's at least a half a stack you tweak That's at least the cash you stack in weeks If that was me I'd have grabbed the half for three And put it In my little teapot short and stout There is my handle, there is my spout When I get all steamed up, I just shout Tip me over and pour me out Nick with porcelain form when it rock up (Yeah) If I get caught with this I know I'm getting locked up (For sure) And just knowing that, is why I remain humble It's like a jungle sometimes that make me wonder How I keep from going underneath (Blocks) Cause I'm from the streets (Uh-huh) It's ConCreatures I get it from my Uncle Keith Old habits you know? Hard to break I went in with a Bachelor's of Marijuana, and came out with a Doctorate of Cocaine