Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Major Distribution’ by 50 Cent. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 50 Cent or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
I’m trying to move 1 one brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more
I’m trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks raw
(I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor
Now I’m trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more boy)
Run tell the blood’s I’m crip and go tell the crips I’m blood
Nigga, I be tripping, bitch, I don’t give a f*ck
I put the K on niggas, I spray on niggas
Come through 2012, XJ on niggas
I’m a Apex predator, nigga, I’m strolling
Shooters on deck, I break bread and they own me
Niggas said I fell off, oh, you heard I fell off?
Why the f*ck would you be repeating that?
Nigga, I’m rap tycoon, make a 100 mill by June
Now who the f*ck said I can’t rap, Jack?
I’m in a dolphins dream, I got it for ’em raw
That’s that morphin memories, except I’m breaking the law
I was born a (?), in the stroller with the llama
I’m violent, I kill a nigga, put that on my mama
Nah, nah, don’t tell me nothing about none of these niggas
I smoke all these niggas for this bread
I’m trying to move 1 one brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more
I’m trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks raw
(I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor
Now I’m trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more boy)
I give a f*ck about a fed as I jump up outta bed
5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, yeah
I’m trying to put this shit away
On the low, I need a hit a day, think you better get away
From my, oh, my, I got a bernie that’ll fire
From Cali to Kingston, back to NY
Snoop’s master kush, smoke 9 to 5
Come by and get you some pounds and now you flying high
Rub it with the metal with my foot to the pedal
G’s with the trees and (?) on my level
5-0, you know I go hard, these fools caught me bogart
Head nigga in charge, these nigga’s soft as DeBarge
But I ain’t tripping, I’m just flipping my cheese
Cause if you really want the bomb come and f*ck with your G’s
I got it, always kill, always will
Had that, sit that, my nigga get that, you hear that?
I’m trying to move 1 one brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more
I’m trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks raw
(I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor
Now I’m trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more boy)
5 AM in the kitchen, nigga, I’m coughing
Bag full of white 8 balls, I’m going golfing
Now homie got killed last night, bought him a coffin
Retaliated the same night, made him a dolphin
Guess that’s the life of a yay flipper
Choppers making your ass get naked just like a stripper
Got cameras for the jackets, home invaders, man
Them niggas coming all black like they Raiders fans
All I saw growing up was kilos and gangbanging
Then the homie taught me to whip, game changing
Now I’m breaking down birds on the coffee table
Yeah, and half them bitches sold ‘fore they off the table
Gotta lil nigga want him a half, I’m gonna split it
The type of nigga work that bitch like it’s a skillet
Sold them more water, stretching like it’s elastic
Weigh it up in 250’s, wrap it up in plastic, yeah
I’m trying to move 1 one brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more
I’m trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks raw
(I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor
Now I’m trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more boy)