[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 watchin him mix I don't give a fuck, somebody pull up in a cement truck 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 Brick-layin like a mason out there, what you about? Grinder, baller, hustler, servin customers Money get a hoe-hitter, have him lovin 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, holdin rocks Foldin knots, baking soda, bubble hot water and pots Learnin 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-fourseven sittin 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 Thats if your holding big figure folding i'm rollin like Nolan Boomin' like Newman in the fast lane zoomin I need a new plug cuss mine just blew, man. Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com