Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Break a Brick Down, artist - Juvenile. Album song Reality Check, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.02.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Break a Brick Down |
You put the coke in a tube, and whaddya get |
Whatever you want a car to the flip of your wrist |
Drug traffickin been happenin since seventy-six |
They lock us up cause government be wantin tax from the shit |
I call my people in Detroit, they get that 9−1-1 |
Hoe gon’put it in her pussy and come flyin with son |
And it’s plenty full so he gonna consignment some |
Same nigga that I be gettin the lime-ah from |
Got yay too! |
How you want it? |
Soft piece or hard piece? |
Work ain’t movin, I’ll break it down in a heartbeat |
I’m tryin to put the new 25's on my Rover |
So when I hit the lakefront they gotta slide over |
Yeahhh, these hoes be respctin my cars |
When I pass, they smile and start adjustin they bras |
Niggaz peep hard and get to twistin they lips |
But they could easily meet God so homey don’t even trip |
Ridin with the strap on my lap, other one in the dash |
On the way to drop this nigga off a fo'-and-a-half |
Last time he put my shit on his tongue |
He frowned up, cause the boy was NUMB |
Can you break a brick down? |
I can break a brick down |
I can break a brick down, but I prefer to sellin it whole |
I read the paper today and everything was kinda chill |
Word is circulatin niggaz is tryin to find a deal |
So he could ride behind the wheel |
of the 300 and put the dub deuces in the grill |
You think you can’t get killed? |
Me neither |
That’s why we almost forced to keep heaters |
A quick ruckus if a bitch touch us Ain’t got no beef with no Muslims but move or you get hit brother |
These streets move forward and backwards |
These fiends out’chea somethin more than just actors |
One nigga get popped, another fo’get a package |
Watchin out for the law man patrollin the action |
What next? |
We tryin to bring it back to the team |
Let our dogs see how it is to do your own thing |
Not like Baby though, really put your own bling |
You ain’t doin nuttin for me nigga, do your own thing |
G shit to 'em, I don’t just write rhymes |
Goin platinum offa talkin about my lifetimes |
I’m gettin love in these streets cause they like how I rock |
I’m just a thug on the beat, fuck a hip-hop cop |
Not jumpin on the bandwagon to get my props |
Got somethin happenin fo’me right within my block |
Now, everybody wanna be the king of somethin |
I guess I’ll just call myself the king of hustlin |
I make things happen nigga, I’m a panhandler |
Shit not like how it’s lookin on camera |
Won’t exercise the right to put the bandana up And nobody gon’handle us, we never put they hammers up You couldn’t make it where I survive |
Right now my city murder rate is at it’s all time high |
And it’s a must I have the piece in sight |
When I’m drivin know I’m showin them no teeth, just eyes |