White Bricks Lyrics

(feat. Boss)

[talking:]
Mr. Rogers huh, f**k em up this time around homie
Hard on these motherf**king tracks, let's get on em huh

[Hook: x4]
Sitting on white bricks, wrapped in duct tape
Thirty minutes flat, I could bake a whole cake

[Trae:]
Still sitting on the white bricks, while they wrapped up in duct tape
In the do' panel of the rental car, finna slide the Interstate
I'm grinding and I heard that it was a drought, and the FED's was on they way to sweep
Even if they was, Tuesday and Thursday ain't part of my week
But dig this here homie, I'm only out here trying to get it
Every couple of months, I'm trying to stack another ticket
Quit it then I move around, so these niggaz don't know my bidness
Give my brother K my sister P, the work until the finish
Plus I got Columbian connects, to f**k a nigga price off
And they know it's real, f**k with me and they gon f**k your life off
Never seen the Federal Pen, and I don't plan on getting by one
Material witness come, I load the talons and I fly one
I holla at the Snowman, when I feel it need to snow
And if it pump we gon jump to the mood, and work it then resco'
For trappers that's all they know, and we gon shine it when the time is right
Duck off in the day and move at night, cause you know we still

[Hook x4]

[Boss:]
Still sitting on white bricks, in the hood
I ain't no motherf**king fool, I wish these bitch niggaz would
Got birds strapped under the hood of my low-low, middle finger pointed up for the po-po
Got that pistol grip pump in my lap, riding out on the solo
Got a call for three 9's, but I don't sell no pistols
I'm in distribution for selling soft sacks, with them crystals
Cocainia hit em like missles, when they snort that first line or two
Take over the whole neighborhood, is what I'm trying to do
So I don't do no cutting, when it comes to this work
When trouble come the pump'll start barking, but it won't chirp
But I been waiting for one of you niggaz, to get out of line
I'ma start hitting niggaz, up in the line one at a time
With that H.G.C. like, Lil' Boss up in his G Nike's
Under the street lights, trying to get rid of the rest of this whizzite
All it take is one whistle, and the homies is coming
I strapped all them niggaz up, so when they get hit ain't cutting cause I been

[Hook x4]

Trae - Givin Em Da Businezz

Nov 2007

1. Intro
2. Intro Mix
3. Intro
4. Hood Ni**A
5. Give Em Da Business
6. Southside the Realest t
7. Interlude
8. I'm A Rider
9. Fo Da Gangstas
10. Coast 2 Coast
11. J's On
12. Interlude
13. Jackers
14. White Bricks
15. Lowrider
16. I'm A Gangster
17. Get Ya Mind Right
18. Interlude
19. I'm Fallin
20. Interlude
21. Smile F
22. It's Allright
23. Outro
24. H-Town 5
25. Outro