
Brick Esham (Ft. TNT (NATAS))
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[Intro *Chopped*]
I will hit you wit a brick
Well, baby, hit me...c'mon, man, hit me wit a brick chump
Hit me, monkey, hit me wit a brick
Well, baby, hit me..well, baby, hit me
Well, baby, hit me..c'mon, man hit me wit a brick
C'mon, man, hit me wit a brick, chump
[Chorus *Chopped*]
Hit me wit a brick then
Hit me wit a brick then
Hit me..Hit me..Hit me wit a brick then
Well, baby hit me..well baby hit me
Well, baby hit me..c'mon, man, hit me wit a brick
[Esham]
Think quick hit me with a brick, lickety split
The quicker he flip, the quicker the whip, the turbochip
24 inch dipped, Glock on the hip
In the kitchen with the magican, watchin him mix
I don't give a fuck, somebody pull up in a cement truck
And get some bricks on my lawn, like you diggin it up
It's been a drought, no doubt, trying to find a new paper route
Brick-layin like a mason out there, what you about?
Grinder, baller, hustler, servin customers
Money get a hoe-hitter, have him lovin us
From elbows got bank rolls
And all the freshest clothes and all the coke-head stank hoes
I will hit you wit a brick
Well, baby, hit me...c'mon, man, hit me wit a brick chump
Hit me, monkey, hit me wit a brick
Well, baby, hit me..well, baby, hit me
Well, baby, hit me..c'mon, man hit me wit a brick
C'mon, man, hit me wit a brick, chump
[Chorus *Chopped*]
Hit me wit a brick then
Hit me wit a brick then
Hit me..Hit me..Hit me wit a brick then
Well, baby hit me..well baby hit me
Well, baby hit me..c'mon, man, hit me wit a brick
[Esham]
Think quick hit me with a brick, lickety split
The quicker he flip, the quicker the whip, the turbochip
24 inch dipped, Glock on the hip
In the kitchen with the magican, watchin him mix
I don't give a fuck, somebody pull up in a cement truck
And get some bricks on my lawn, like you diggin it up
It's been a drought, no doubt, trying to find a new paper route
Brick-layin like a mason out there, what you about?
Grinder, baller, hustler, servin customers
Money get a hoe-hitter, have him lovin us
From elbows got bank rolls
And all the freshest clothes and all the coke-head stank hoes
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