| Think quick, hit me with a brick, lickety split
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| The quicker he flip, the quicker the whip
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| The turbochip, twenty-four inch dipped
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| glock on the hip in the kitchen with the magican watchin him mix
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| I don’t give a fuck, somebody pull up in a cement truck
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| and get some bricks on my lawn, like you diggin it up its been a droute, no doubt, trying to find a new paper route
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| Brick-layin like a mason out there, what you about?
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| Grinder, baller, hustler, servin customers
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| Money get a hoe-hitter, have him lovin us From elbows got bank rolls
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| And all the freshest clothes and all the coke-head stank hoes
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| I was born in a dope spot, holdin rocks
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| Foldin knots, baking soda, bubble hot water and pots
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| Learnin watch for the cops, twenty off every hundred, five-hundred is tops
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| But my story’s untold, cause it’s so out cold
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| Did all of this shit when I was very young
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| Learned to pack a gun in my early days
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| And the only thing on my mind was getting paid
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| Twenty-four/seven sittin in a spot with a mac eleven
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| Sniff, blow your brains out real quickly
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| The old people say you can go to jail for that
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| I got a scale for that, plus a sale for that
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| Hit me with a brick of that flakey shit
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| That jump back quick from one-two-five to one-five-six
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| I’m helluva on the mix
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| The fiends need a fix
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| Don’t talk no shit
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| Just hit me with a brick
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| Thats if your holding
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| big figure folding
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| i’m rollin like Nolan
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| Boomin’like Newman in the fast lane zoomin
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| I need a new plug cuss mine just blew, man. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Brick , by - Esham. Song from the album Repentance, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп