Lyrics:
a hobby, gun bustin' the job
But the sickest niggas out is the bitchest niggas out
And I could take em on the street and straight whip 'em in the house
clubbed with some Dirty South thugs
Go all out thugs, go in your house thugs
Talk shit, put blood in your mouth thugs
36 South stuck, stay on route thugs
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
hear 'bout (for what?)
They talkin' that subliminal shit, tryna make me click out
Pull up by your chick house, turn it to a click house (yeah)
Catch
you rich fucking scumbag your gonna get a brick
because your life style is the anchor that sinks us in the shit
you have cars worth more than
drawers 'cause you know I like to ball
Nigga I ain't Warren G, but sometimes I want it all
Flip a half into a whole, I mean an ounce into a brick.
Get it
of the door that I'd go through,
I don't know the nature of the nature
that I am inside ....
I've lived in houses of brick and lead
Where all emotion is
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
on this shit
('Cause this pain inside)
(It never seems to pass me) see I feel even more trapped
(I said it never seems to pass me by)
Yeah
Where'd we
sum stealth
Told my cousin hold on jus wait till I drop
I'm still taking a risk everyday that I'm out
30k for a brick that's part of the house
Me
Bitch I hit licks and flip bricks
Every two hours switch whips to keep the peoples off me
What you know about that No Doze and coffee
No sleep, I 'm
your tail in your ass, your thumb in your mouth
Protected custody so you don't come in your house
Motherfucker, where all the shit you said you was
flow, yo!
Yo I got guns from Italy
Smoke trees considerably
I get saluted by the people
When I’m on my block
Yo I got slugs for snitches
No love for
(yeah)
When I was young I started plannin' it out
My daddy got killed I was the man of the house
By the age of sixteen man them hammers was out
So
crazy
30 chains on me
10 million on me
Yea, yea
I'm in the studio with my Cali nigga
In the drug house, kickin' baless with Bally's nigga
In
I drive Lambo
Off white yayo, digital scale yo
Fish scale sendin' my pigeons by mail
Bring in my drain folk, [Incomprehensible] folk
Bobby Johnson!
Wipe a nigga out like an outbreak (Wipe 'em out!)
Choppa start bustin' make the house shake (Craaa)
Fuck niggas sweeter than a pound cake
about
Happenz 2 Pit'sburgh stealaz is out
So if u big Willer betta keep
Dem roethsburgz still in your house
I'm in tha off road H2 wheelin tha south
Jump
Scratches on the pavement and the forest
and they all turn into dust
Walking by the sidewalk and the houses and
the cars all full of rust
Like the holes that's in my socks
Everybody notice me
& my talents is my Job
So I, cannot work for free
Little piggy house of bricks
I'm too smart
I'm gone take em'
I'm from the south where you better watch your mouth
From the bricks like a house make you sit like a couch
Pay attention
Im bout my
you dont take em off your feet
It's real grimy when you step out of the house on to these streets
Kilo
Gotta sell it by the brick
Its the g code
For
Count up the peso just keep all the extra
Bag up them bricks like Tetris
Good brain valedictorian
She used to rock my mic
But she say she got a Neumann
of scattered coins
Busted and broken tables and chairs disjoined
Tear it down and I will raise it again
In three days I will rebuild it brick by skin
A feat
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