| I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound
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| I’m posted on the block til the sun go down…
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| (Dame Dash)
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| Nigga I f**kin hustle, nigga I get money!
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| I can get money doin anything!
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| I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound
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| I’m posted on the block til the sun go down…
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| (Dame Dash)
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| Nigga I really do my thing
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| Kind of f**kin hustlers are y’all?
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| (Buddie)
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| Yeah…
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| I’m posted in that tip (Tip)
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| And my homeboy home
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| Blew an ounce of that kush (Kush)
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| In my sean john jones
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| I got the mild for the low (Low)
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| From smokin plenty optimos
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| Tryna make a quick flip, like my patna Maceo
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| I’m shinin on my haters, signin deals so I’m a paaaa…
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| Twenty G’s on the chain, and I’m still worth a couple blocks…
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| (all that man, I need a fo, a duece)
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| It started in that temp, flippin mid’s by them O-Z's
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| (Pimpin')
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| On the hill wit that shit from a custom border
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| Two gram, fifties, do the math for a quarter (For a Quarter??)
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| That’s one, I fulfill nigga’s order
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| What you nigga’s wanna order?
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| 06' Nino Brown, flip the temp into the carter
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| Rebirth! |
| don’t cut out my four-ways
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| I stash purp pounds, that’s down for the drop days
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| And for my pay, I hit the trap when the sunrise
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| I break one down, and the rest goin for the high
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| I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
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| I’m posted on the block til the sun go down…
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| (Dame Dash)
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| Now see I like the shit these niggas is talkin
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| Real hustla’s recognize other real hustla’s
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| That’s why I’m f**kin wit em, Hey!
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| I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
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| I’m posted on the block til the sun go down
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| (Dame Dash)
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| I got houses in different continents nigga!
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| Nigga I did my trips in London, remember that?
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| F**k is wrong wit ya’ll?!?
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| (Jizzal Man)
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| I’m the boss of my own shit, I’m the ruling general
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| Bricks lined up like, cars at a funeral
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| I’m working hard white, So I never twurk, touch and bust
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| My workers on the block, So the work ain’t even gotta touch
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| My money come in stacks (Stacks)
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| And I know just how to get it man
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| A low profile, might be ridin a Honda Civic man
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| You’ll never know it’s me, but a nigga got the work holmes
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| I move it all day, think he clirpin on my chirp phone
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| Connects so sweet (Sweet)
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| And I’m dealin wit tha curribeans'
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| They come from cross the water, masked-taped to my europeans'
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| Supplyin', whole towns, little counters, in the projects
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| Tryna double my money up, leave the block, wit a profit
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| For you nigga’s that like to pop (Pop)
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| You know I got them pills too
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| Getcha you a couple of splitters, have you spinnin like some wheels fool
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| This shit don’t stop, I move this work clockwise
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| I got my own bizness, I call this shit tha Franchize!
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| I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
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| I’m posted on the block til the sun go down…
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| (Dame Dash + Jim Jones)
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| Nigga’s get a million dollars and think they gettin it? |
| (Harlem!)
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| Nigga I made my first million when I was a teenager (Dipset! Byrdgang.)
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| I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
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| I’m posted on the block til the sun go down…
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| (Jim Jones)
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| Ugh… Jones, Capo!
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| Dipset! |
| Them nigga’s know I’m bout this (ByrdGang!)
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| Spillin champagne, all over Vision’s Couches (Ballin!)
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| Like f**k it, tell alex keep the cris' rollin (Keep it Rollin!)
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| I’m gettin drunk blowin weed wit the pistols showin' (Watch Em!)
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| Spendin a couple K’s up in Stroker’s (Right…)
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| Flyin up Peachtree, racin in the roster’s (The Fast Life!)
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| I’m so icy, and I think they like me (Like Me)
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| Seven Jeans saggin, fitted cap and my white tee (I'm Fresh to death!)
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| The foreign cars got they eyes poppin' (Daammnn…)
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| And you can see the stars when the ride droppin
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| (Parlae)
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| Aye Jim Jones, (What's Hattninnin!)
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| Let ya boy Parlae get some of that Harlem clientele (What's Hattninnin!)
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| I got more crack than a curb, F**k wit me! |
| (Westside! Aye f**k wit me)
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| I’m iced out, and keep snow, like an eskimo
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| And when the show’s slow (Show's slow)
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| I cook extra blow (Extra blow)
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| Put the whip game on it, get some extra dough (Extra Dough)
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| Keep the cars pullin up, like it’s Texaco (Texaco)
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| I can make it get stiff, like dead people |
| Keep my hand workin, wit the mic, or a egg beater (Egg Beater)
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| And ya bank account? |
| shit, that’s my pocket fare (Pocket Fare)
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| Residue on my clothes, call it Roc-A-Wear (Roc-A-Wear)
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| I can beat it like my…
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| I treat the dope like Tina, And I beat it like I…
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| And I keep tha grass, so you can call me the lawn-man
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| I ride around wit chickens like I came from a farm man
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| I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
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| I’m posted on the block til the sun go down…
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| (Dame Dash)
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| You see how I get down wit the get down
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| Nigga I got a car for everyday of the week
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| And two other cars for the weekends, nigga f**k is wrong wit you?!?
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| I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
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| I’m posted on the block til the sun go down…
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| (Dame Dash)
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| F**k is wrong wit y’all, nigga I can sell whatever I wanna sell!
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| I done sold muthaf**kin music, that shit was easy!
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| Started Roc-A-Fella and sold it!
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| I can get money in fashion, that shit was nuthin!
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| In five years I started that shit, sold my part for Thirty Million!!!
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| And let’s watch what the f**k is gonna be now!!! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bricks 4 The High (Screwed & Chopped) (feat. Jim Jones & Damon Dash), artist - Dem Franchize Boyz. Album song On Top Of Our Game (Screwed & Chopped), in the genre Поп