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wiseguys (usa) - brick life (here today, gone tomorrow) lyrics

[intro]
oh sh+t, all hail wiseguys mothaf+ckaz
yo, hangmen 3 straight out of boston
we get read take all yo’ sh+t over

[verse 1]
come on and take a ride through the forbidden
where many kids lives is good fittin’ from the hidden, no kiddin’
i lived in the bricks all of mines, man
i done seen ki’s, guns, and grams + even slept with a dead man
the elbricks serve more faith than keyser söze
the drugs are quick to grab the toasta then roast ya
cosa nostra i’m linked in, let it sink in
wild through the week ‘n buckwild on the weekend
what you be speakin’? these dopp the st++z no dig
i touch your wig, and i don’t got to squeeze no trig
“who shot ya?” not big, probly them bl+wj+b pig
so i try to stay jig with the concealed nine+sig
you fig’ this brick life ain’t nothin’ sweet
got us livin’ like a jungle but it’s all concrete
wear raw heat, this street sh+t since 10 years old
through my veins, bloods ice cold (cause my life’s stories untold)

[hook]
i know you heard the stress, ’cause that’s what everybody stressin’
so it’s no second guessin’
i learnt the hard lessons no questions
visions of a homicide session, lord bless him
[verse 2]
the last soldier to come through
squeeze one through the forehead dead, ‘ny kid my crew run through
the wiseguys enterprise hunch you down and trap you
like small pray, clap you in the hallway
wigs split, blood drippin’ out your doorway
the mag play, the four+by+four way
let’s make d+mn shortay see no more day
’cause ain’t no sunshine when the wars on
say, what you want, say, get dealt with + you know the consequence
keep the ice pick right beneath my belt clip
between the eighth and ninth rip, yo’ that’s a tight fit
but i can make it happen without the gun clappin’ sh+t
matter fact, yo if it wasn’t for this rappin’ sh+t
all you b+tch ass n+ggas be catchin’ it (no doubt)

[verse 3]
a reg day, i accept whatever comes my way
stay away from happy n+ggas that take life for play
’cause for some, they ain’t never felt no hot dum+dum
’cause ever since i was young, addicted to the slums
so i bump with this thug sh+t, guns, and drugs
trip with sh+t, sack clubs, and dump mad slugs
gi’ tho’ pounds with hugs to n+ggas that i love
this jesus in yo’ face gun shove
’cause this gangsta eva vest’s was conceived
from the projects of the streets ’cause n+ggas gotta eat
raw rough sh+t is what i give from my jibs
i do it for the kids that splits sons wigs
and n+ggas that hand+to+hand hustle, get yours
to my n+ggas upstate and then the feds doin’ tours
keep my mind off them trick wh0res, it’s a k!lla
for realla, you might f+ck around and have to peela
[hook x2]
i know you heard the stress, ’cause that’s what everybody stressin’
so it’s no second guessin’
i learnt the hard lessons no questions
visions of a homicide session, lord bless him
i’m in the last stage of my obsession
it’s called revenge; keep twin mac+10’s in my possession
lesson one, best to get your vest and gun
’cause when i come, i be blazin up yo’ whole set son

[outro]
it’s like that everyday wiseguys (no doubt)
for real, in effect, all the time, daytime, nighttime

- wiseguys usa lyrics

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