Translation: Cereals. Another Brick On The Wall.
I have seen the writing on the wall Don't think I need anything at all No, don't think I'll need anything at all All in all it was all just bricks in the wall
Covered from head to toe in lighting It's constantly changing when I'm around Days left before this is over and over and over And done with The sheets
can trust You can never see what I see, motherfucker Beanie Sigel, the realest nigga from the streets was taught Stay cased up nigga, stay deep in court Reminiscin' on
what you smoking on I call it 6 c-notes got it on the westside, cost me 6 c-notes nigga sold it to me so hot call him heatstroke poured all the powder on
on God's green earth, I'll triple my worth Mother fucker I will not lose (You don't know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing) Put somethin' on it
The bigger the bullet the more that b*tch gon bang Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks
that bitch going to bang Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint Red Lamborghini 'til I gave it to my bitch My first home invasion, papa gave me forty bricks
Mason died on Monday We bricked him in the wall All his children grew and grew They ain't never grew so tall before They may never grow so tall again
I feel you could Was in the early morning hours When I fell into a phone call Believing I had supernatural powers I slammed into a brick wall I said
it (Rock in it) Like the little ball inside the spray can Providing three coats For both child, woman and man God bless the God, lay these streets wall to wall
I had moldy bread Robot brains and the flying airplanes Hollowed out and filled with dust Rocking like a hurricane under the rug Bored to the core on
wrappin their hands up in plastic bags On stage like a savage goin mad WHAT? Yeah yeah, sooooooooooooo! [Prodigy] Yeah, by all means you know you gotta put Queens on it Put cream on
to use it So I'm trapped up against the wall Watchin' y'all niggas plottin' on me Tryin' ah, catch me up in that robbery Put they mob on me and do ah job on
me, I remain the same And even if I did have that chrome plated grill on my shit I come from out the motherfuckin' bricks Now, never forget, where I
then (Shake) man f-ck that TV cause channel 9 used to (Shake) couldna??t watch Magic Johnson give Isiah that (Shake) now i got a plasma on my wall that
, told you I'll cut class Bruise from your ear to your mustache Fuck around, nigga you'll be swallowin' crushed glass Back on my hard shit, back on my yard shit Back on
, veterans'll plan Word to the tape on the brick, this is raw I'm in the 4x4, 8 plus 8 in the clip The hustling Harry Potter, shaking the brick Ice in
