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fist full of bricks (1994) - criminal manne lyrics

[intro: dj squeeky]
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[chorus: criminal manne & snoop dogg]

[verse 1: criminal manne]
fresh up out the jailhouse, nah, 2*0*1 is not the state pen
first day on the street i’m flatfoot tryna get my ass in
n*ggas they try to avoid me, give me excuses like i’m some kind of ho
so i put work to the junkies on the street, i need a forty*four
junkies got about they the business ’cause in two days i was strapped
now i’m scopin’, tryna catch a lemon low, and i catch ’em while he nap
checkin’ out the scene, about three agents tryna get paid
saw this house that i can get plenty of cheese, gotta invade
in the junt with my pump, thangs goin’ exactly how i planned
grab the b*tch by her throat and squashed the baby with my hand
screamin’ to her n*gga, “drop it, drop it off your ass, b*tch”
if he don’t understand my demands the b*tch gon’ die, trick
the lemon he followed my order so quick that he took me straight to the dope, money and cash
then i bailed out the junt, but first you know i had to blast
runnin’ down the street, now i’m smilin’ ’cause i’m finna get rich
i’ma be the mane with the ammo ’cause with a fist full of bricks
[chorus: criminal manne & snoop dogg]

[verse 2: k!lla murphy]
i wake up high than a motherf*cker, brush, fade and break
i got a cone, ho, and full of rockstars fiendin’ for the snow
makin’ cheese, b*tch, please, can’t a ho interfere with my ends
buster b*tch, and hit the throttle, take my bottle, i’m in the wind
b*tch, fear clean ’bout my hustle, f*ck a buster, i serve where i be, you disagree? (*gunshot*) motherf*cker, k!lla, n*gga
quick to spin the shredder, lynchburg raised, ain’t no love, show your blood, motherf*cker, on your grave is a sh*ll from the slug
one more n*gga six*ten*three, and i sweat to the curb
i’m workin’ on my own, n*gga, slip, i’m on a stang, slip in my mask, drop the ten (break yourself, b*tch)
k!lla murphy, gankin’, breakin’ b*tches, makin’ cheese, ’bout my hustle
blowin’ weed, twistin caps and shakin’ b*tches like dandruff
’cause only cheese, please, player, crease, i keep a yalk, b*tch
i hope you n*ggas f*ck off, i’m lettin’ you know i got a fist full of bricks
[chorus: criminal manne & snoop dogg]

[verse 3: buck, criminal manne & thugsta]
fist full of bricks, it’s insane, slangin’ that sh*t on the track, sellin’ that crack with my dogs, tryna make gettin’ rich
bail*well in the game, twenties and tens, i’m the mane
assed out ain’t no shame, i’ma scope a b*tch, stick ’em up, lame
lay it down, lay it down
where the stangs and your motherf*ckin’ dope?
cheese to please a player, b*tch, n*gga, drop it off ‘fore i smoke you, ho
vamp back to the hood on the track, slangin’ that sh*t
ah, mane, here come them folks (let’s go, mane)
vamp through the cut, start scopin’ pigs
pimpin’ ass n*ggas servin’ ’em fiends all about my hustle, i’m makin’ that green, still f*cked in the game ’til i get bailed, comin’ clean
poppin’ the clip in the tec, i saw some of you n*ggas are slippin’
you [?] and trippin’
i’m gettin’ the grip on the weapon, i’m steppin’ up slowly to your track
and i gotta get my serve on, bail and strikin’ with some of these bailed*up busters better hope i get them fist full of bricks
[chorus: criminal manne & snoop dogg]

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