Laroo T.H.H. - 20 Bricks (Remix) Lyrics

(feat. The Jacka)

[Laroo:]
I'm the takeoff artist revenge is smackin
Drug wars galore 20 bricks to back it
The connect get crossed middle man dies
Said his heart was pure but his eyes were lies
Swoop down on a name steakouts and tinted things
Deep in these nice spots gunners posted in the lot
I ain't lettin 20 slide punch down and leave
Word say you play the part niga you gona have to bleed

[Guce:]
I got tooties in the dully
Now with the bullys with the fullys
It's plenty in the semi on my way to get 20
Got little timmy with me he be gone off the remy
Keep it grimy keep it gritty when we movin through the city
With the lucci and the gucci and the gucci in the stash
Got bitches on the gas when we mash like fast
Pass me the cherry, the kush or blueberry
I cash out and carry these tails to eight ferry
A boss hog ready bought bricks in the 80s
Shook all shady and ran up in pretty ladies
The hooks all hate me the hood congradulate me
I've been on some 20 brick shit lately

[Chorus:]
20 bricks in my luggage
Airtight bout to take a flight
Way before I was a team,
I pushed rocks on the dopespot
Funktown love the town,
We was drugdealers yup
Let a young nigga get it
Young niga but I'm from the rich

[Big Rich:]
We getting money over here man I ain't gotta tell you that
Know you see the big chain know you see the whips man
Bang on the side of me thinkin bout robbery
That won't be the best move I will let the goons loose
Big rich and laroo this is a remix
20 bricks in the trunk ya that's a mean flip
Every single place I go I know I got the hood with me
But you can always find me in the heart of the city

[Eddy P:]
I got 20 bricks so u know I can't loose
Stashed in the louie bag bet you I can make a move
I cruisedown the highway like everyday is my day
Ain't to many hustlas out there getting money my way
Got a little dime baby lookin like beyonce
She gone taka flight too, this is what I mite do
Break em down sell em whole eddy p let em go for the low
Cause I get my work down in mexico
You ain't kno I keep the ride with a stash box
And for the law I keep a laywer like maddlock
Ice around I got my city on padlock
Do the work pull the cash out

[Chorus]

[The Jacka:]
Jump in the benz got hit but I'm still rich
Gotta kill again take me home cause I feel sick
Pop a hunid in then dip out then search for your crib
When I find your house empty out then reload again
I been hella grind ma nig gotta take a chance to give
So I kill to get it back I ain't feelin no regret
I ain't even that upset but I gotta knock you off
Cause it's all about respect when you dealin bricks of salt
Really hate a middle middle man
Cause they probly pinch em all
But this the game motha f*cka so I clip em all
Cop my own dope motha f*cka and I whip em all
[? ] niga but I'm fresher than 5 stars

If my percentage of the deal ain't healthy I make them feel me this
Businees strickly, I'm a need more than fifty
I ain't tryina make sense I make dollas
Go no extra crispy ain't no way to convict me
I needa haircut face so gritty
I never match the discription
It's real crippin so I mash for position
Different angles I can take to succeed
I bleed beast blood ridin
Guided by the angels and weed
I'm the last of a dangerous breed
Speed restin with the breezy next to me
Knees weak from takin ectacy
Cross me with the game jeapordy
Till they pepper me
Step to me I can fufill your destiny definetely

[Chorus]

[Hood Stars:]
20 bricks in my duffle bag nervous on the interstate
40 in the side door rollin on deala plates
I ain't never worked a load this heavy my palms sweaty
Flooded with katrina coke I just hope they let me scrape
Ut here trina make a mill f*ck doin petty dope
Hit the plug for the stash follow em all in the dark
Everybody face down no moves no sounds
Lookin for the 20 bricks, the 20 thousand grams
You lookin like you recognize me f*ck it we all out
And nothin come between me in this money
We ball out but nothin like jim jones
Unless you talkin bird game 20 bricks pure cane
Whiter than c and h ya it's pure cane
Load the dufflebag and clear the safe out fasho mane
20 bricks in my luggage nervouse in the interstate
The whole team eatin I'm just makin sure the deal is straight

[Chorus]

[Cellski:]
20 p's in the duffle bag, grand daddy grade A
When I take em out of state all p's cost 8
If you needa line I'm the man you should holla at
When I stood on the block had feins comin back
When I cop my first bird I was only 16
They was payin 15 I was payin 13
Used to get a kick and break it down to all rocks
That's how I took over the whole dam dope spot

Me and my amigos we go north to costa rico
Sellin em ski slopes smugglers sayin cuanto kilos
Cause we know coast guards is there and they comin
We ain't runnin like dominicans
My coke pipe bombers
From oaktar to michigan I'm rich again you wishen them
Fall me and niggas continue to ball
I can't keep one without the draw back
So if you laggin you be f*ckin off ya dope sack
I got cakes to bake