Young Jeezy Nicks 2 Bricks Ft. Freddie Gibbs
[Chorus]
Whole thang....
He want a 36...
My dog been in the feds since 1996.
Hey guess who’s gettin’ bread back in 96?
Remember all them nights I wasn’t havin’ shit
Now it’s Philippe Chow, so I gotta shit
Remember standin’ on the block, I had me 30 nicks
Talkin’ two door cars, I got at least six
And I’m straight up out the hood, now that’s nicks to
bricks
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Box of sandwich bags like we making turkey clubs
Told Gibbs when this drop we gon’ murk the club
Now if yo shit didn’t cost a nick, well then you
smokin’ wrong
Ain’t smoking what I’m smoking, n*gga f*ck you smoking
on?
And all the whips foreign they got green cards
Done whipped up so much white, b*tch I dream hard
It’s hard to go to sleep with them birdies in the attic
Why you keep looking out the window, it’s just a bad
habit
Now I got so many carrots, call me silly rabbit
Third phone this week, I keep hearing static
Message to the police on the other line
Last thing you gon’ do is catch me with this 9
[Chorus]
Whole thang....
He want a 36...
My dog been in the feds since 1996.
Hey guess who’s gettin’ bread back in 96?
Remember all them nights I wasn’t havin’ shit
Now it’s Philippe Chow, so I gotta shit
Remember standin’ on the block, I had me 30 nicks
Talkin’ two door cars, I got at least six
And I’m straight up out the hood, now that’s nicks to
bricks
[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Used to bag my dope and cut sixteen hundred up off a
zip
Last year couldn’t f*ck these hoes in the club
Now I can’t keep them off my dick
Where my homeboy Dominican H, he flip weights,
Said Fred go deliver these bricks
If a n*gga try to flex like a boss,
Knock him off, f*ck a loss, we ain’t givin’ up shit
Strapped up like a navy seal
8 7 with the navy wheels
Rims match the paint
Now one of these rap n*ggas hate in the club wit no
major deal
13 with a .38 pistol
Point blank but a n*gga won’t miss hoe
N*ggas be on that gang bang shit
But I was thug with the thugs from the get go
On the road with a colder thang
N*ggas in nap town need a 9
Homeboy caught a murder charge, been in the feds since
1999
From nicks to bricks, droppin’ key to a key
On the bus stop with them dimes
Started off with the dro then I moved to the blow
Living life will blow my mind
[Chorus]
Whole thang....
He want a 36...
My dog been in the feds since 1996.
Hey guess who’s gettin’ bread back in 96?
Remember all them nights I wasn’t havin’ shit
Now it’s Philippe Chow, so I gotta shit
Remember standin’ on the block, I had me 30 nicks
Talkin’ two door cars, I got at least six
And I’m straight up out the hood, now that’s nicks to
bricks
