[Intro: DJ Squeeky]
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[Chorus: Criminal Manne]
Fist full of bricks in my hand, I'm the mane
Y'alls niggas better recognize
Fist full of bricks in my hand, I'm the mane
Servin' fiends, serving fiends
Servin' fiends after fiend
Fist full of bricks in my hand, I'm the mane
Y'alls niggas better recognize
Fist full of bricks in my hand, I'm the mane
Servin' fiends, servin' fiends
Servin' fiends, after fiend
[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
Out back on the town, it's fucked up I'm on them bricks
My goal I'ma achieve it, first thing first I'm boom to rich
So big dope boys better watch they self, don't fuck around and make a false step
'Cause a playa like me so fucked in the game, I suddenly rob til your death
Them dead presidents have a nigga doing any old shit
Out all night just sweatin' that thang, slangin' them thangs distributin' bricks
Rain, sleet, or snow, I don't give a fuck about that weather
It don't make no difference, it could be a cold day in hell if the money's clever
Dollar signs stay on my mind, rock for rock still goin' on my block
I see them dreams of selling rocks, that's how I know this shit won't stop
Playas in the game, I'm sending shots out to you if you boomin' stone
Never should you make it to the broke stage, if you do leave them stones alone
North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange Mound, Frayser still up in this bitch
If you got them thangs in your hand scream "Fist full of bricks"
[Chorus: Criminal Manne]
Fist full of bricks in my hand, I'm the mane
Y'alls niggas better recognize
Fist full of bricks in my hand, I'm the mane
Servin' fiends, servin' fiends
Servin' fiends after fiend
Fist full of bricks in my hand, I'm the mane
Y'alls niggas better recognize
Fist full of bricks in my hand, I'm the mane
Servin' fiends, servin' fiends
Servin' fiends, after fiend
[Verse 2: Killa Murphy]
Early mornin' rise, tight eyes, cone blowin' up my horn
Another day, another dollar, Lord forgive me for my sins
But them dead heads are callin', clip by clip gotta get some yonder
When the sun rise them junkie want to get high
Me, I'm all about that m-o-n-e ya ya ya
And fuck a bitch, my hard dick is for them end
Got my mind on gettin' rich
Every trick will bust the track or bitch has got to pay me somethin'
I'ma serve where my vogues meet the curb
Fuck you bitch-ass, niggas ain't no runnin'
Killa Murphy packin' death
If you bitches think a pistol play gon' run me off this plate
You better buck me, six feet in the dust me, and move your folks
But if your nuts ain't that big bitch, then ease up off me ho
My kids constantly needin', mama's sick, got me riskin' life or hell
Freedom or jail, plus a nigga don't mean shit
Squeeky tell them hoes, Glocks and rocks make lots riches
Track clamin' to leave your chest hanging bitch
I'm out there fist full of bricks
[Chorus: Criminal Manne]
Fistful of bricks in my hand, I'm the mane
Y'alls niggas better recognize
Fistful of bricks in my hand, I'm the mane
Serving fiends, serving fiends
Serving fiends after fiend
Fistful of bricks in my hand, I'm the mane
Y'alls niggas better recognize
Fistful of bricks in my hand, I'm the mane
Serving fiends, serving fiends
Serving fiends after fiend
[Verse 3: Buck]
Don't take it personal, lil' pimpin', I need to sow this fuckin' track up
Don't let your mouth get you fucked, I'm still here fucked up
Hard head make a soft ass, ain't ya heard of me?
*gunshots* Motherfucker, disrespectin' P
Money moves the world, sucker, ana make ya self destruct
Gotta hang with swollen nuts, when you strugglin' for them mega bucks
Every day get better, plus I think you suckas playa hatin'
I throw smilin' face 'cause I'm gon' take it like a playa baby
I know you dig my P, hard times got me boomin' bricks
In front of OLP, off on chain lock bitch
Got a fist full of bricks, plus the click strapped with automatics
Down for whatever, it's on you, wanna cause some havoc
Playas don't stay fucked up 'bout it pimpin', I'ma get mine
We can keep it on the down low, we can change it [?]
Death is callin' motherfucker, 'cause I'm comin' for respect
My position on the track, tryna stack with a fist full of bricks
[Chorus: Criminal Manne]
Fist full of bricks in my hand, I'm the mane
Y'alls niggas better recognize
Fist full of bricks in my hand, I'm the mane
Servin' fiends, servin' fiends
Servin' fiends after fiend
Fist full of bricks in my hand, I'm the mane
Y'alls niggas better recognize
Fist full of bricks in my hand, I'm the mane
Servin' fiends, servin' fiends
Servin' fiends, after fiend
