Brick Lyrics - Repentance - Esham

(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 

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(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 

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(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