Brick Songtext / Lyric

(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 watching him mix

I don't give a fuck, somebody pull up in a cement truck

And get some bricks on my lawn, like you digging it up

It's been a droute, no doubt, trying to find a new paper route

Brick laying like a mason out there, what you about?

Grinder, baller, hustler, serving customers

Money get a hoe hitter, have him loving 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, holding rocks

Folding knots, baking soda, bubble hot water and pots

Learning 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-four-seven sitting 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

That's if your holding

Big figure folding

I'm rolling like Nolan

Booming like Newman in the fast lane zooming

I need a new plug cuss mine just blew, man