Pyrex Shakin' Lyrics - Singles - Lil' Keke

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 

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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 

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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