THREE BRICKS feat.The Notorious B.I.G.& Reakwon

作詞Christopher Wallace, Sean Combs, Nasheim Myrick, Carlos Broadt, Corey Woods, Dennis Cloes
作曲Christopher Wallace, Sean Combs, Nasheim Myrick, Carlos Broadt, Corey Woods, Dennis Cloes
We run the city...

(Biggie Smallz)
Today's agenda
Got the suitcase up in the Sentra
Go to room 112, tell em Blanco sent ya
Feel the strangest
If no money exchanges
I got these kids in ranges
Believe them ni**as brainless
All they tote is stainless
You just remain as
Calm as possible, make the deal go thru
If not, here's 12 shots, we know how you do
Please make yo killins clean
Slugs up in between
They eyes, like True Lies
Kill em and flee the scene
Just bring back the coke or the cream
Or else, yo life is on the shelf
We mean this Frank
Them cats we f*ckin' with put bombs in yo moms gas tank
Lets get this money baby
They shady, we get shady
Dress up like ladies
And burn em with 30 380's
Then they come to kill our babies
That's all out
I got gats that blow the wall out
Clear the mall out
F*ck the fallout
Word is Stretch, I bet they pussy
The seven digits push me
F*ckin' real
Here's the deal
I got a hundred bricks, 14-5 a piece
Enough to cock a six by the house on the beach
Supply the peeps with Jeeps
Brick a piece
Everybody gettin cream
No one considered the leech
Think about it now, thats damn near 1 point 5
I kill em all I'll be set for life
Frank pay attention
These muthaf*ckaz is henchmen
Renegades, if you die they still get paid
Extra probably, f*ck the robbery
I'm the boss
Promise you won't rob em, I promise
But of course you know I had my fingers crossed

Ni**gaz got to die
If I go, they got to go
Ni**gaz got to die
Let 100 shots float
Ni**gaz got to die
Cuz its all up in the smoke
Catch the body on the bridge
Three Bricks
Lay em, kid


We up in the lab, 2 Spanish
1 Arab lady, layin on the bed lookin like a drag
Had the pillow cuffed, lookin at me and Frank
Her grille was rough, who would ever think she'll ride and what's up
But that's the business back to the Sentra PR kids
With pistols doin sign languages twitchin noses
Ask em where da money at
Yo where da coke at
Papi we could do dis all day
Yo ya both whacked they pulled out
One of my dumb soldiers wound out
They snuck up on em
Put the tool up in his mouth
Walked em up in crib
Big move but they grabbed the kid, had the shotty on my beehive
They took him to the bathroom
Started up with chainsaw, yo
You wont talk to see brains on the floor
That's the 67 mask men, came in blast em yo
All I heard was Frank, let's get to roll!!


(Ghostface Killah)
Bleed, just like us
Believe my pipe bust
If he holdin' the right amount of cheese, I might rush the spot
Up early in the mornin, kicked the door and wait, the f***!
The ballin', cuz Tony for da stolen
And all I see is dollar signs, hit the bottom line, either
give up the product
or get shot up in the body
And these figures to address, workin' out, all I curl out is my index finger
Gotta tape it all, more notes than court take ones, my work has moved
straight, serve 'em up like Gourmet Dinners
When it comes to cuttin' dat (shit) who got the best trimmin'
"Edwards-Scissor(s)-Handin'" em grams, respect winners
I got them big spenders comin' thru annually
Competition, we knock em out the box powerfully
Still dropped the ill verse, on the D I me
You might be gone but the legacy is B.I.G. niqqaaaaaaaaaa


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