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(*talking*) Ha-ha, my first brick nigga Grab your ski mask, naw fuck a mask Bitch ass nigga, doing it bare faced nigga This how it's going down for 2-G, feel me [Hook] Now get your hands up, this is a motherfucking stick up Don't even get up, just give your fucking shit up And give your grip up, but first give me them bricks up First time your ass slip up, you'll get lit up nigga Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt The block is on fire, so I got's to get me work ah-ah Nobody moves, nobody gets hit Pay attention to the story, of how I got my first brick [E.S.G.] My first sack was a fifty pack, when I was only 13 Niggaz idolizing ballers, disrepecting dope fiends First string on the team, came home from practice Had some drama with my mama, found my stash under my Matress Caught an ass whooping, all my privilages tooken Niggaz my age getting paid, and I ain't gon stand there Just looking See my uncle be cooking, he's an old school soldier Use to send me to the corner store, back and forth for Baking soda One day this nigga came over, Texas plates with a Briefacase Didn't know back then, but he was bringing in the Fucking weight I told my uncle fuck a eight, I need a zone Dropped a gallon the scale, and told me to get my ass On No need for chaperone, got my grind on on my own One roof stuck on my dome, stay away from school zones See my paper got long, but I wasn't done yet I graduated and migrated, from Bogalusa to Laffeyette [Hook] [E.S.G.] 1991, perfected the use of a scale Steady spending all my mail, while attending USL I'm like nigga what the hell, this ain't the way to Ball Reconstructed my plans, got down with some niggaz from Lake Charles Started thinking strategic, nigga how can I win Fuck that front shit, got down on I-10 Nigga's stash spot all good, stuffing my cheese under My hood Late night by the bail I'ma make the mail Then think they tell, should of knew they would Should of understood how it go, nigga see me bout to Burn a row Out here trying to earn the do', and all these niggaz Wanna turn a hoe They told the FED's bout the cash, even told them hoes About the stash Trying to mash on the gas, but that didn't last I came back, thugs waiting on my ass Got busted by the task, now I'm waiting for the time to Pass Can't wait to get out, so I could find that snitch Grab my shit, and go blast his ass Nigga fuck a mask I'll get the last laugh, when you in A hearse bitch This is the tale, of how I got my first brick [Hook] [E.S.G.] Now I'm back on the turf, third verse gets deeper See it's pressing Nextel, said to hell to beppers Street sweepers, calicoes, Columbians and them Mexicans Everybody on they feet, but in the street they plexing After sex from this bopper, use to fuck in 9-4 Told me that nigga got a Coupe, and gave me the scoop On his hoe Told me they both like it go, to the club on Friday Night Caught him leaving Cornbread's, should of busted his Head by the light Grip my infrared tight, ready to bust teflons I was itching to do him in, when he stopped by Exon But that shit'll be dumb, even know where he live Stayed five cars back, and followed his ass to his crib Now I'm thinking of what he did, not three years ago Reached under the seat, for the calico And caught him, soon as he opened his do' Now there's nowhere to go, put the barrell to his head 'Fore I left they ass for dead, Noke D this what I said (*talking*) Yeah bitch ass nigga, remember me Give it up bitch (*gun shots*) (*screaming*) [Hook]
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