Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Three Bricks, artist - Ghostface Killah. Album song Fishscale, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Three Bricks |
We run the city |
Today’s agenda, got the suitcase up in the Sentra |
Go to room 112, tell 'em Blanco sent ya |
Feel the strangest, if no money exchanges |
I got these kids in Ranges, to leave them niggas brainless |
All they tote is stainless, you just remain as |
Calm as possible, make the deal go through |
If not, here’s 12 shots, we know how you do |
Please make yo' killings clean, |
slugs up in between |
They eyes, like «True Lies,» kill 'em and flee the scene |
Just bring back the coke or the cream |
Or else, your life is on the shelf, we mean this Frank |
Them cats we fuckin with put bombs in your mom’s gas tank |
Let’s get this money baby, they shady, we get shady |
Dress up like ladies and burn 'em with dirty 380's |
Then they come to kill our babies, that’s all out |
I got gats that blow the wall out, clear the mall out |
Fuck the fallout, word to Stretch, I bet they pussy |
The seven digits push me, fuckin real, here’s the deal |
I got a hundred bricks, fourteen-five apiece (uh-huh) |
Enough to cop a six; |
buy the house on the beach (uh-huh) |
Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capiche? |
Everybody gettin cream no one considered them leech |
Think about it now that’s damn near one-point-five |
I kill 'em all I’ll be set for life |
Frank pay attention |
These motherfuckers is henchmen, renegades |
If you die they still get paid, extra probably |
Fuck a robbery, I’m the boss |
Promise you won’t rob 'em |
I promise |
But of course you know I had my fingers crossed |
Niggas got to die, if I go they got to go |
Niggas got to die, let a hundred shots float |
Niggas got to die, cause it’s all up in the scrolls |
Catch a body on the bridge, three bricks, live kid |
… if I go they got to go |
Niggas got to die, let a hundred shots float |
Niggas got to die, cause it’s all up in the scrolls |
Catch a body on the bridge, three bricks, live kid |
We up in the lab, two Spanish, one Arab lady |
Layin on the bed, lookin like a drag |
Had the pillow cuffed, |
lookin at me and Frank |
, her grill was rough |
Who woulda ever think she’d rather do us up |
But that’s the business, back to the sitch |
On these Puerto Rican kids with pistols |
Doin sign language is twitchin noses |
Ask 'em where the money at, yo where the coke at papi? |
We can do this all day, yo y’all both whack |
They pulled out, one of my dunn soldiers was wombed out |
They snuck up on him, put the tool up in his mouth |
Walked them up in crib, big move, but they grabbed the kid |
Had the shotty on my beehive, my wig |
And yo they took me to the bathroom, started up the chainsaw yo |
You gon' talk or see your brains on the floor |
That’s when 6 to 7 masked men, came in blastin yo |
All I heard was Frank, «Lexi get the raw!» |
Niggas got to die, if I go they got to go |
Niggas got to die, let a hundred shots float |
Niggas got to die, cause it’s all up in the scrolls |
Catch a body on the bridge, three bricks, live kid |
If I go they got to go |
Niggas got to die, let a hundred shots float |
Niggas got to die, cause it’s all up in the scrolls |
Catch a body on the bridge, three bricks, live kid |
Bleed just like us |
, believe my pipe bust |
If he holdin the right amount of cheese I might rush the spot |
Up early in the mornin, |
kick the door in, wave the 4 an' |
(fuck) the brawlin, cause Tony for the stallin |
And all I see is dollar signs, here’s the bottom line either |
Give up the product or get shot up with a brolic 9 |
Invest figures to address (niggas) |
Workin out, all I curl is my index finger |
Got a safe that hold more notes than Cortex singers |
My work is move trays, serve 'em up like gourmet dinners |
When it comes to cuttin that (coke), who got the best trimmers |
Edward Scissorhands them grams, |
(niggas) respect winners |
I got them big spenders comin through, hourly |
Competition, we knock 'em out the box, powerfully |
Still drop a ill verse, on the D.I., me |
You might be gone, but the legacy is B.I.G., nigga |
Uh-huh |
Yo I think they tryin to do somethin man |
I don’t know what it is but we gon' go in there handle this business man |
Straight up, y’knahmean? |
It’s goin down… |
Let’s go handle this man… |