[Intro Interlude]
Wood Harris as Guch: If you think for one second
That I'ma be in here ass naked
With ten bricks in one hand
My dick in the other, you fuckin' crazy
Mike Epps as Brody: That's my family, Gooch, I told you he ain't gon' try nothin', I grew up with him
I know his mama, I know his daddy, I know everybody…
Wood Harris as Guch: I don't give a fuck about none of that, man, that shit don't mean nothin' to me, man
You don't never let your guard down, I'm talkin' about family, fuck that
This ain't no fuckin' game
Ten bricks is ten bricks, a hustler'll kill you for that.. I would

[Hook]
Bricks, cocaine bricks
Her’on bricks, light-tan bricks
Just hit a lick for a hunned more bricks
Twilight ain't no bitch, all these bricks
Bricks, thirty-six zips
That's a whole chick, I want a bad bitch
So I gotta have bricks, n***a, that makes sense
Contract hits, money from these bricks

[Verse 1]
No jump shot, but I still ball hard
Seven Mile and BentleR, where the paper fall hard
Second house from the corner, that's where I got my start
But my oh my, look at me now, I've come so far
Used to beat a square, but that was back then
Now I'm known by killas and big dope men
Trips back and forth to the O-H-Ten
And I can't keep track of all the money I spend
'Cause it's comin’ too fast and I'm havin’ a blast
But in my heart I know that this shit can't last
But I stay with the bricks, workin’ at a steady pace
And I watch the Godfather, fuck Scarface
A brick a ‘girl’ for thirt, a brick a ‘boy’ for ninety
A crew of shooters with me case you try to get grimmey
Uzis, AKs, Glocks, Desert Eagles and Mags
And if you touch me, you won't get far enough to brag
[Hook]
Bricks, cocaine bricks
Her’on bricks, light-tan bricks
Just hit a lick for a hunned more bricks
Twilight ain't no bitch, all these bricks
Bricks, thirty-six zips
That's a whole chick, I want a bad bitch
So I gotta have bricks, n***a, that makes sense
Contract hits, money from these bricks

[Verse 2]
Woodbine, Seven Mile in Telly
I'm serving half zones in my black Pelle Pelle
Cognitive thinking, flashback memories
Before Jamie and me became bitter enemies
Gotdamn it's crazy out here, the money’ll blind you
Dope game’ll or swallow you whole, they can't find you
Right there in the blue house, you ain't know that was a spot?
Same dope house where Mickey got shot
And the trap they open like Pinky and Cherokee's legs
Fat Rat in the kitchen but he ain't whippin’ up eggs
Sellin’ drugs at first, my conscience bothered me
Conflicted emotions about escaping poverty
The dope game, don't believe the hype
N***as sell kilo bricks but they can't even type
O.D. on the blow
What you fault me for?
Muthafuckas know I get her’on from Baltimore
Boots smart in the street
The underworld elite
From Seven Mile and Bentler
To the executive suite
One time is on the block
And the block is getting hot
Think up my next move, I gotta shake the spot
Me and Lisey a.k.a. ‘Lil Mama’
Took a few bricks and we went to Ann Arbor
Every gram counts from the first to the twenty eighth
Pack 'em all together, now you got a ‘big eighth’
[Hook]
Bricks, cocaine bricks
Her’on bricks, light-tan bricks
Just hit a lick for a hunned more bricks
Twilight ain't no bitch, all these bricks
Bricks, thirty-six zips
That's a whole chick, I want a bad bitch
So I gotta have bricks, n***a, that makes sense
Contract hits, money from these bricks