Lyrics:
these broken dreams
Can't help to say
I'm the one to blame
Let's begin in
Three
Two
One
Step Into the ring
The lights go down
Another round
Another
the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the ghetto, two
whole tapes by myself dont need no featch
Outro pt.3 man u knew I was gone tweek,
Bet they run this bitch from 1 to end on repeat
Ion even want u seing
head
I got robbers who'll rob you when it comes to getting that bread
You got bricks for twenty two
Yeah you working wit the feds
If you come around my
done broke me down so many times before that I'm no longer rappin', I'm buildin'
With' one brick, two brick, three brick, four
Underneath the steps
[Aesop Rock]
I start my city with a brick (one brick)
Then add another brick (two bricks)
Brick by brick, I manufacture homes for fallen angels
I
agaisnt the wall
[Verse 2]
With my spine up agaist these
Tagged up brick walls
Fliip grams, quick hands, Quicksand Pitfalls
Big Balls intact, through error
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
thirty-two and I was only eighteen
She likes to freak, she's just a fiend
It really didn't matter when I saw her in jeans
I want to big freak, fat
out
Shoot 'til the clip is emptied out
This is the beginnin' of the endin' but I'll put another clip in and spit these rounds
If I dig deep down but
standing, I was landing
Two one hand, one man bands jamming in tandem
He who power naps, then plans gathering ransoms
And maps man's laps in a hand
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
the states of Michigan and California
Will conduct the executions behind prison walls
The 3 prisoners are set to be executed by 3 separate methods
Electric
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
bombast of its breast
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty
in my drawers
Holla, woopt, woopt, homie, if you see them laws
I was standin' on the corner **** ****
Tryna make it do what it do
Just another young
you what I do.
I chop it down.
Stones and sticks.
I chop it down.
Yeah, brick by brick.
I chop it down.
Do it just like this.
I chop it down.
'Til your
caps, they on stare
While we rockin' it, I'll rock in it (rock in it)
Like the little ball inside the spray can
Providing three coats for both child,
, roll another one
And put it all in the air now
Oh you got two xannies, oh, just don't forget me
Love me for the moment (all in the air now) hug me
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
waiting on the album
I shoulda got five mic's in the Source
Instead I got five bricks and a Porsche
They say I ain't lyrical
I wasn't tryna impress
waiting on the album
I shoulda got five mic's in the Source
Instead I got five bricks and a Porsche
They say I ain't lyrical
I wasn't tryna impress
hoppin off the A train in a New York state of mind
But I rep Westside, so I keep L.A. time
That's a three-hour difference;
So when my bitch is a six,
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