Cookin Soul - Home for Xmas (Bricks) lyrics

Today's agenda
Got the suitcase up in the Sentra
Go to room 112, tell 'em Blanco sent ya
Feel the strangest, if no money exchanges
I got these kids in Ranges
To leave them niggas brainless
All they tote is stainless
You just remain as
Calm as possible, make the deal go through
If not, here's 12 shots, we know how you do
Please make yo' killings clean
Slugs up in between
They eyes, like "True Lies
" kill 'em and flee the scene
Just bring back the coke or the cream
Or else, your life is on the shelf
We mean this Frank
Them cats we fuckin with put bombs
In your mom's gas tank
Let's get this money baby, they shady
We get shady dress up like ladies and burn


'em with dirty 380's
Then they come to kill our babies
That's all out
I got gats that blow the wall out
Clear them all out
Fuck the fallout, word to Stretch
I bet they pussy
The seven digit's push me, fuckin real
Here's the deal
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
Capiche? Everybody gettin cream no one
Considered them leech
Think about it now that's
Damn near one-point-five
I kill 'em all I'll be set for life
Frank pay attention
These motherfuckers is henchmen, renegades
If you die they still get paid
Extra probably fuck a robbery, I'm the boss
Promise you won't rob 'em i promise
But of course you know I
Had my fingers crossed
Niggas got to die, if I go they got to go
Niggas got to die, let a hundred shots float
Niggas got to die
Cause it's all up in the scrolls
Catch a body on the bridge, three bricks
Live kid if I go they got to go
Niggas got to die, let a hundred shots float
Niggas got to die
Cause it's all up in the scrolls
Catch a body on the bridge, three bricks
Live kid

We up in the lab, two Spanish, one Arab lady
Layin on the bed, lookin like a drag
Had the pillow cuffed, lookin
At me and Frank, her grill was rough
Who woulda ever think she'd rather do us up
But that's the business, back to the sitch
On these Puerto Rican kids with pistols
Doin sign language is twitchin noses
Ask 'em where the money at
Yo where the coke at papi?
We can do this all day, yo y'all both whack
They pulled out
One of my dunn soldiers was wombed out
They snuck up on him
Put the tool up in his mouth
Walked them up in crib, big move
But they grabbed the kid
Had the shotty on my beehive, my wig
And yo they took me to the bathroom
Started up the chainsaw yo
You gon' talk or see your brains on the floor
That's when 6 to 7 masked men
Came in blastin yo
All I heard was Frank, "Lexi get the raw!"

Niggas got to die, if I go they got to go
Niggas got to die, let a hundred shots float
Niggas got to die
Cause it's all up in the scrolls
Catch a body on the bridge, three bricks
Live kid if I go they got to go
Niggas got to die, let a hundred shots float
Niggas got to die
Cause it's all up in the scrolls
Catch a body on the bridge, three bricks
Live kid

Bleed just like us, believe my pipe bust
If he holdin the right amount of
Cheese I might rush the spot
Up early in the mornin, kick the door in
Wave the 4 an' (fuck) the brawlin
Cause Tony for the stallin
And all I see is dollar signs
Here's the bottom line either
Give up the product or get shot
Up with a brolic 9
Invest figures to address (niggas)
Workin out, all I curl is my index finger
Got a safe that hold more
Notes than Cortex singers
My work is move trays
Serve 'em up like gourmet dinners
When it comes to cuttin that
(coke) , who got the best trimmers
Edward Scissorhands them grams
(niggas) respect winners
I got them big spenders comin through, hourly
Competition, we knock 'em out the box
Powerfully
Still drop a ill verse, on the DI, me
You might be gone, but the legacy is BIG
Nigga