Übersetzung: Abigail. Brick City Kids.
Übersetzung: Artefakt. Brick City Kids.
transit that's max If you don't know who's in this end Nigga you'd better think twice about the Brick City Kids Puff mad iz, fuck who you are Bringing
I'm in Miami where I live it ain't no palm tree's Niggaz be on the block with work they got from the dock We Flintsone kids we surrounded by bricks and
it ain't no replacin him (Black Rob, I see you) Niggaz step up, with just Mase and 'em (yeah) Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah) The Brick City
it's hittin the only way I be splittin if you pick it for money and trick it You wanna dip, this is the brick you pick So you ain't dismissed until both
extreme makeovers Couches covered in plastic, babies all in the street Now wear the wrong color and catch a Rodney King beatdown Kids hit with switches
then why should you live? Cuz when I start bustin the guns , you hidin the kids And the Pieer's still ridin on clips, survivin wit bricks We beefin on
kiwi As we approach, yo herb, the Gods bail These Staten Island ferryboat cats bail Fresh cellies, 50 thief up in the city We banned for life, Apollo kids
I got a hundred bricks, fourteen-five apiece (uh-huh) Enough to cop a six; buy the house on the beach (uh-huh) Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece
show Your invited, you and your bitch Flo And the wicked clowns gonna check Cut your legs off and and if you crawl back Don't step to the city folk- bitch
kids hyped Cops shoot on sight, heat pipe be blowin through the night The land where you ain't fam, there's no pity Similar to Chocolate City, ten times
Atlantis (yeah) I pray like a prayin mantis (yeah) It's all day (yeah!) Doc and Meth nigga (Red and Meth's in the motherfuckin buildin yo) Brick City,
: [Redman] Killa House Brick City Style P. When Funk Doc start takin' the drag It's like who in the hell left this apron to lad broken glass I'm swinging
I'd even look for my dad that I never knew And show him how I look in my Beretta, too I'd do good shit like take kids from the ghetto Show them what
off the chain My ballin' fatsbreak, you got that half-court game Y'all just talkin' and ramblin' ain't really grindin' and gamblin' but in my hood, the kids
hah.. I'ma sit back Tell you niggaz what I been lookin at, huh [Xzibit] Y'all niggaz is killin me You got Bloods and Crips in New York City, is anybody
Yo Ugh Yeah (Verse 1) He went from a street kid doin regular street things Straight to a street king Takin over the city, block by block Breaking down bricks
