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Artist: Hell Rell
Canonical path: /hell-rell/cooked-up-bricks
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Cooked Up Bricks
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Cooked Up Bricks
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Yeah, uh, 17-shot Kid, Ruger
Dipset, Weeks block, yeah
When Jay put Prodigy on that Summer Jam screen
I was outta town makin' dope fiends lean
When the F.B.I. took Lil' Kim to jail
I was servin' coke to niggaz, right off the scale
I got a cooked up brick, I be on that strip
Yeah, yeah, I be on that strip
I got a cooked up brick, I be on that strip
Yeah, yeah, I be on that strip
I wake up in the morning
Kiss my daughter, grab my heater
I roll a big blunt and jump in the big Beamer
I'm tired of being broke my nigga, follow the leader
It's either rap or tell my story to Don Diva
How they ran up in the crib and caught me with 50 birds
My shooters'll blow his head off soon as I get a word
Y'all pussy, my young boy punched you in your face
He woulda robbed you but you ain't got no jewelry to take
You might know some real gangstas but you ain't real right
Run up on you, show you how these hollow tips feel like
I got a bad light-skinned bitch that smother the dick
She know I ride the 5 but her little brother a Crip
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He respect that B, so I respect that C
1000 grams on the table, nigga respect that key
The price of cigarettes went up, I'll get you shot for a loosie
G'd up head to toe, like I model for Gucci
Yeah, sometimes I lose my mind and just blank out
Piss in a cup, tell your girl, it's the new drink out
I'm wit' the homies, creepin' through the hood
Wit' a Aston Martin parked on chrome with no hood
Y'all niggaz tryna start up a fire with no wood
And the dope fiends saying my dope is so good
But I said, "On a scale of 1 to 10, what you give it"
He said "8 to 10, Hell Rell, that shit terrific"
When the Lox was tryna get out they Bad Boy deal
I was in Connecticut with dope, tryna make a half a mil
When Paul Wall first started sellin' rapper's grills
I was uptown with Mexicans tryna make a mil
Got a cooked up brick, I be on that strip
Yeah, yeah, I be on that strip
I got a cooked up brick, I be on that strip
Yeah, yeah, I be on that strip
Ruger
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