I Got the Brickz (feat. Trauma)

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Taa Shon

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I got the bricks
On my back and we moving
F*ck how these rap niggaz do it
The real back in style, what happened music
This for my dogs, behind dems wall
Or left in the fog, or riding they hogs
Letting it off, take out brother, we murder dem all
I got the bricks
On my back and we moving
F*ck how these rap niggaz do it
The real back in style, what happened music
This for my dogs, behind dems wall
Or left in the fog, or riding they hogs
Letting it off, take out brother, we murder dem all
I got the bricks, yeah
In a duffle that’s Louie
You want it then coolie
Meet at the docks, then cop some top from a hoochie
Smothered in Coogie
How I play in these streets, my momma can lose me
If you pull it then shoot me
Flashing ya gun, only good in the movies
That shit get you killed
Ya melon get pealed, by Gz in the field
I’m keepin it real, They blasting the steel
Beat the appeal
Then back on the streets where they thirst is fulfilled.
My shooters, dying to kill
Bitches, dying to feel
Play, the card that i deal, I shoot for a Mill
Have you niggaz ever shot for a meal
I bet you have not, Thicken the plot
Stirring the pot, Expanding a knot
Slick as fox, Strong as a ox
This gun metal glock, Fresh out the box
Pushing the blocks, Inferno the block
Feeling like pac,When niggaz send shots
I gotta be hot, like it or not
Don’t be a hater, just give me my props
Connecting the dots, to cop me a drop, nah
Put my niggaz on so my city is hot, yeah
Only pussy niggaz are back stabbers
Watch the slave own his masters
Got paperwork for you cracker bastards
And f*ck those that look pass us
I got the bricks
On my back and we moving
F*ck how these rap niggaz do it
The real back in style, what happened music
This for my dogs, behind dems wall
Or left in the fog, or riding they hogs
Letting it off, take out brother, we murder dem all
I got the bricks
On my back and we moving
F*ck how these rap niggaz do it
The real back in style, what happened music
This for my dogs, behind dems wall
Or left in the fog, or riding they hogs
Letting it off, take out brother, we murder dem all
Trauma, I know you bitch niggaz heard of me
Did it all from shootouts to burglaries
Been chase by the cops in my city
Got opps in my city, they still tryna murder me, bang
Woo, oh you wanna see a shot to the head
Tell my lil brother go empty the clip
He like Trauma, he already dead
F*ck it, just suffer instead
Aint nobody next to me scared
You heard what I said
I'm from the city that's covered in red
Take ya lil ass to bed
I don't wanna talk to a nigga that's fed
Oh you heard what I said
She let me f*ck wit her kid on the bed
Show her no sympathy
When I was in prison, they didn't remember me
So I give off that energy
Me and my bro was facing like ten a piece
Wanna do me like Kennedy
R.i.p on the gram, ain't no one gone mention me
So I show em no sympathy
They mad cause i'm ballin, they callin' a penalty
Herb got me rockin', I hit the pack in the studio noddin
And I move like a goblin
This rap shit don't work, then I swear i'd be robbin
And my young niggaz slidin'
You ain't outside man you know you be hiding
You ain't outside man you know you be hiding
I got the bricks
On my back and we moving
F*ck how these rap niggaz do it
The real back in style, what happened music
This for my dogs, behind dems wall
Or left in the fog, or riding they hogs
Letting it off, take out brother, we murder dem all
I got the bricks
On my back and we moving
F*ck how these rap niggaz do it
The real back in style, what happened music
This for my dogs, behind dems wall
Or left in the fog, or riding they hogs
Letting it off, take out brother, we murder dem all

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