The Wreckshop Family - Pen N Pad lyrics

[Hook] Cash, money, fast cars and hoes All I need, is sixteen bars to flow I got a lot on my brain, got game to expose I pray to God, for these sixteen bars to flow [Bridge] All I need, in this life of sin Is my note pad, and my pen Down to ride, to the very end With my note pad, and my pen [D-Gotti] I spit it for the public, boys gotta love it God gave me the game, to stick to the subject Huffing puffing, blowing dro down Hydro ponic speed my brain, I share my thoughts with the time All I need, is sixteen bars To date and do nasty stuff, with sixteen stars Big dreams started, in my block days Noid when the cops came, performing all the hot songs for block fame Verbal c**aine, I spit Uplift boys in the hood, make em hustle harder with them bricks And them chicks love me, cause I'm a gangsta This is not a joke, it ain't no studio pranksta I adjust, to do what I appose to go As the block by me baby, I'm a chosen pro So tonight, when I bend knee and talk to God I'ma thank him for these sixteen bars, know I'm talking bout [Hook] [Bridge - 1 1/2x] [D-Reck] The one in the chamber, and sixteen in the clip I put this on my dreams, that this verse gon rip The track gon unzip, and the dat gon come thirsty D-Reck spit slick sh**, harder than a dick in wet hips I'm one of a kind, got so much on my mind There he go, another CEO spitting rhymes But who better, to teach the black youth bout cheddar And he who cleaned the street cash, and mash to the next level I'm Mr. Wreckshop, and I ain't talking bout no music Man I'm way mo' street, than the character I played in the Movie One hundred percent thug, I educated to scheme Can't named a drug, I ain't weighed on the triple beam Have you ever counted cash, till six in the morning My plotting out a plan, to get the gra** from California Lord only knows, all the chances that I took to Just to spit this sixteen bars, out my notebook (*talking*) Yeah n***a, we ain't talking bout no mo' jail cell bars n***a We talking bout, sixteen bars of spitting n***a [Hook] [Bridge] [D-Gotti] Been behind bars, now I'm living off bars These bars got a n***a, looking good sipping bar Bon voyage, to the block now Gotto in a Viper, with the top down This is what it sounds like, when bars on dope My words feed the hood, blocks need this dope And the flow is supernatural, boys still catching up Imagine us imagine a star, plus eat up A track like a cannibal, trying to make the rally bucks Hood n***as, already feeling us Sixteen bars wish out my mouth, to the street I'm valuable I'm focused, my fans got me on feet Gotti gon eat, cause I spit it from the heart Boys who remember when I was a outlaw, ripping bricks apart But God got a plan, for us now n***a These bars gon get us rich, can you see the big picture [Hook] [Bridge]