Brick City Tales

Yeah, we survive the cold streets

Atlanta to Memphis we don't sleep

They tried to take me out but I stood tall

Back against the brick wall,

dodged the final call

Two shots in the dark,

had to crawl away

Now we counting paper,

living day to day

Never fold, never bend under heavy weight

Got my brothers with me

sitting at the gate

Caught 'em slipping, now we catch a hat

No turning back, yeah we deal with that

Fired at, robbed, but we came back strong (braaaap)

We own the night where we belong

Down in Memphis where the winters bite

Hustle hard, we keep the iron tight

Saw the trap house gettin' raided twice

Gambled with my freedom,

roll the dice

Survived the setups and the fake embraces

Only real killers in these crowded places

Caught 'em slipping, now we catch a hat

No turning back, yeah we deal with that

Fired at, robbed, but we came back strong (watch

out) We own the night where we belong

Yeah, we still here

Still standing

No fear on these blocks