Break A Brick Down Lyrics - Reality Check - Juvenile

(This is, this is, this is, this is!!) 

Yeah... ha ha! 

Whoahh (yeah) 

[Juvenile] 

You put the coke in a tube, and whaddya get 

Whatever you want a car to the flip of your wrist 

Drug traffickin been happenin since seventy-six 

They lock us up cause government be wantin tax from the shit 

I call my people in Detroit, they get that 9-1-1 

Hoe gon' put it in her pussy and come flyin with son 

And it's plenty full so he gonna consignment some 

Same nigga that I be gettin the lime-ah from 

Got yay too! How you want it? Soft piece or hard piece? 

Work ain't movin, I'll break it down in a heartbeat 

I'm tryin to put the new 25's on my Rover 

So when I hit the lakefront they gotta slide over 

Yeahhh, these hoes be respctin my cars 

When I pass, they smile and start adjustin they bras 

Niggaz peep hard and get to twistin they lips 

But they could easily meet God so homey don't even trip 

[Chorus] 

Ridin with the strap on my lap, other one in the dash 

On the way to drop this nigga off a fo'-and-a-half 

Last time he put my shit on his tongue 

He frowned up, cause the boy was NUMB 

Can you break a brick down? I can break a brick down [3X] 

I can break a brick down, but I prefer to sellin it whole 

[Juvenile] 

I read the paper today and everything was kinda chill 

Word is circulatin niggaz is tryin to find a deal 

So he could ride behind the wheel 

of the 300 and put the dub deuces in the grill 

You think you can't get killed? Me neither 

That's why we almost forced to keep heaters 

A quick ruckus if a bitch touch us 

Ain't got no beef with no Muslims but move or you get hit brother 

These streets move forward and backwards 

These fiends out'chea somethin more than just actors 

One nigga get popped, another fo' get a package 

Watchin out for the law man patrollin the action 

What next? We tryin to bring it back to the team 

Let our dogs see how it is to do your own thing 

Not like Baby though, really put your own bling 

You ain't doin nuttin for me nigga, do your own thing 

[Chorus] 

[Juvenile] 

G shit to 'em, I don't just write rhymes 

Goin platinum offa talkin about my lifetimes 

I'm gettin love in these streets cause they like how I rock 

I'm just a thug on the beat, fuck a hip-hop cop 

Not jumpin on the bandwagon to get my props 

Got somethin happenin fo' me right within my block 

Now, everybody wanna be the king of somethin 

I guess I'll just call myself the king of hustlin 

I make things happen nigga, I'm a panhandler 

Shit not like how it's lookin on camera 

Won't exercise the right to put the bandana up 

And nobody gon' handle us, we never put they hammers up 

You couldn't make it where I survive 

Right now my city murder rate is at it's all time high 

And it's a must I have the piece in sight 

When I'm drivin know I'm showin them no teeth, just eyes 

[Chorus] 

[Chorus - second half only minus last half of last line]