Correction Lyrics Quarter Brick by Rick Ross

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to the rules of the sh*t
That's why I [?]
(Say [?], I f**k with you n***a, yeah)

Out here trapping out this house, praying that I don't get caught
Pyrex [?] whole nine in the vault
beating on the door-door, begging for the drop
Having prices for the low-low, yeah you can shop
Hell nah I'm not a rookie, cut a cookie with a razor blade
Sliding through the city with a chauffeur in an Escalade
n***as robbin', n***as killin', n***as slangin' 'round here
Neighborhood blue [?], n***as bangin' 'round here

I'm having cheese ho and a quarter brick to blow
You want beef bro, I'ma send the killers to your door
Blowing weed smoke, smoking 'xotic by the boat
Hundred P's [?], we got prices for the low
I'm having cheese ho and a quarter brick to blow
You want beef bro, I'ma send the killers to your door
Blowing weed smoke, smoking 'xotic by the boat
Hundred P's [?], we got prices for the low

It's the biggest in the game man
It's the richest

Young n***a whipping [?] I got nine lives
I might pull up in the 59 like it's '95
Bad b*t*hes giving high fives from the sidelines
Stacking money to the [?] line, watching crime rise
Say my name and my n***as come, never seen a killer run
Got a kilo on the seat, know she wanna get a bump
Dope boys let the speaker thump, smoking Swisher Sweets and runts
Homie did the [?] for me, didn't get to speak for months
But he got the Benzo [?] your kinfolk, but we never cap a lot
You gotta keep it ten toes, blood all on a n***a's socks
The money and extendo in the red bottom box
Shorty let that ass bounce, smoking this my last ounce
'til she pass out
Grinding 'til they free my dog, let them crackers build a wall
Do this for the dope boys 'til the day they kill us all
(Maybach Music)

I'm having cheese ho and a quarter brick to blow
You want beef bro, I'ma send the killers to your door
Blowing weed smoke, smoking 'xotic by the boat
Hundred P's [?], we got prices for the low (It's the biggest)
I'm having cheese ho and a quarter brick to blow
You want beef bro, I'ma send the killers to your door
Blowing weed smoke, smoking 'xotic by the boat
Hundred P's [?], we got prices for the low

in the kitchen with a four
I'ma ball like NBA court side with the [?]
Plug dropped off a pack [?]
Got me playing with a sack, run it back like Marshall Faulk
We got straps with extendos ready for the drama
Playing games like Nintendo, we kidnap your momma
n***as stay talking bullsh*t [?]
Catch you pillow talking, shoot you in the mouth

Cheese ho and a quarter brick to blow
You want beef bro, I'ma send the killers to your door
Blowing weed smoke, smoking 'xotic by the boat
Hundred P's [?], we got prices for the low
I'm having cheese ho and a quarter brick to blow
You want beef bro, I'ma send the killers to your door
Blowing weed smoke, smoking 'xotic by the boat
Hundred P's [?], we got prices for the low

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