E.S.G. - First Brick lyrics

rate me

[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

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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]