Esham "Brick (Featuring TNT)" |
(Esham) Think quick, hit me with a brick, lickety split The quicker he flip, the quicker the whip The turbochip, twenty-four inch dipped Glock on the hip in the kitchen with the magican watching him mix I don't give a fuck, somebody pull up in a cement truck And get some bricks on my lawn, like you digging it up It's been a droute, no doubt, trying to find a new paper route Brick laying like a mason out there, what you about? Grinder, baller, hustler, serving customers Money get a hoe hitter, have him loving us From elbows got bank rolls And all the freshest clothes and all the coke head stank hoes (Esham) I was born in a dope spot, holding rocks Folding knots, baking soda, bubble hot water and pots Learning watch for the cops Twenty off every hundred, five hundred is tops But my story's untold, cause it's so out cold Did all of this shit when I was very young Learned to pack a gun in my early days And the only thing on my mind was getting paid Twenty-four-seven sitting in a spot with a mac eleven Sniff, blow your brains out real quickly The old people say you can go to jail for that I got a scale for that, plus a sale for that (TNT) Hit me with a brick of that flakey shit That jump back quick from one-two-five to one-five-six I'm helluva on the mix The fiends need a fix Don't talk no shit Just hit me with a brick That's if your holding Big figure folding I'm rolling like Nolan Booming like Newman in the fast lane zooming I need a new plug cuss mine just blew, man Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |