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Brittle Bones Nicky

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All rise Brittle Bones Nicky was crafty and shifty and that son of a bitch was gold Yeah, that son of a bitch was gold Wires got crossed when I was about 3 Dad had bloody heavy hands, used them on me My mamma? Bless her heart, 'cause she gave me a start She got killed, bad man, dad stiffed in a scam Grew up in the system, bounced, couple homes This woman Mary, gifted me hand-me-down clothes Shy at the start, 'til this guy named Shifty Who had 100 pounds on me called me “Brittle Bones Nicky” A target aimed straight at my face Big house of kids, cred is cake Rounded up a couple bucks, got it freshly baked Sat down to dinner Put it right in his face Right in his fucking face (In his face!) You’re not gonna push me around You can’t get me down, down, down (Down!) You’re not gonna push me around (Nooo!) You can’t get me down, down, down (Down!) Bounce ahead a couple years, king of my peers We biked the block, cheersin’ pretty girls beers Did alright for myself, petty thefts I pulled I dropped outta school, built a circle of bulls Needing more money, covered head to toe Snuck up, sucker, took his stash, and drove The cash stashed, it was pouring in Bulk of it up my nose How dumb I was, twenty-one And way out of control The cops kicked down the door She did a line right off my (Wow!) Said “That’s one way to go down” Knew I was hard as rock Knew-I-was-hard-as-rock (Hard as rock!)


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