E.S.G. - First Brick lyrics

(*talking*) Ha-ha, my first brick n***a Grab your ski mask, naw f** a mask b**h a** n***a, doing it bare faced n***a This how it's going down for 2-G, feel me [Hook] Now get your hands up, this is a motherf**ing stick up Don't even get up, just give your f**ing sh** up And give your grip up, but first give me them bricks up First time your a** slip up, you'll get lit up n***a 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 n***az 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 a** whooping, all my privilages tooken n***az 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 n***a came over, Texas plates with a briefacase Didn't know back then, but he was bringing in the f**ing weight I told my uncle f** a eight, I need a zone Dropped a gallon the scale, and told me to get my a** 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 n***a what the hell, this ain't the way to ball Reconstructed my plans, got down with some n***az from Lake Charles Started thinking strategic, n***a how can I win f** that front sh**, got down on I-10 n***a'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, n***a see me bout to burn a row Out here trying to earn the do', and all these n***az 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 a** Got busted by the task, now I'm waiting for the time to pa** Can't wait to get out, so I could find that snitch Grab my sh**, and go blast his a** n***a f** a mask I'll get the last laugh, when you in a hearse b**h 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 s** from this bopper, use to f** in 9-4 Told me that n***a 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 sh**'ll be dumb, even know where he live Stayed five cars back, and followed his a** 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 a** for dead, Noke D this what I said (*talking*) Yeah b**h a** n***a, remember me Give it up b**h (*gun shots*) (*screaming*) [Hook]