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"Blow Treez"
(feat. Method Man, Ready Roc)

"Blow Treez"
(feat. Method Man, Ready Roc)



"This should be played at high volume
Preferably in a residential area"
Gilla House niggas!
[Reggea adlib]

[Hook]
"Want you to know, ya"
'Round here we blow treez
'Round here we blow treez
'Round here we blow treez
"Can you understand?"
'Round here we blow treez
'Round here we blow treez
'Round here we blow treez

[Redman]
Hey yo move out, roll in
Haters out, hoes in
Walk in the club, low brim
Hanging out like clothes pins
I hustle flow/ do my show/ attract women
Keep that heat and the John Lennon
Boy you won't catch me arguin'
Brick City, that's right! Hood down, hands up!
Red "Lord of the Ring" (clean?), lookin' for that Precious
I'm talking weed and women, when the trouble come I'm 'bout it
Shit I'd rather get caught with my gun then get caught without it
It's Gilla House nigga, you know we here to smoke
DJ keep it Kool, Reggie let me UH-HAH clear my throat
When I'm in yo' town man', you better act a fool
Turn your college dorm to Rodney Dangerfield- Back to School!

[Hook]

[Ready Roc]
'Round here we blow treez (blow treez)
'Til our nose bleed
Started with a quarter then slowly smoked up a O-Z
Ready keep it raw like a nigga ordered a whole ki'
"Nigga let me hit ya blunt" Nah, you don't know me
Gilla! Gilla House and Gotti click
Bang like karate flicks
Duck when the shotty spit
Or land in a pile of shit
Known to make you cowards bleed
Smokin' on that Sour Dies'
That cali weed's
So funky we call it cottage cheese
I'm in the powered V-12
Look at all these females
Jockin' me cuz of all the records that we sell
Got them pounds for retail
Hit me on my email
And drop bombs dot com, yo who need L's?

[Hook]

Yo, yo my bud'll do ya
Method Man constant drug abuser
Occasional boozer
And I'm slick as Rick the Ruler
I piss in the sewer
Underground man, I spits manure
Plus make maneuvers
With Doc/ That sixteen shot/ Ruger
Is back on your block/ blastin' a shot/ like screw ya
Fuck everybody that knew ya
My dogs are Oogka-Dupa
They Bark and they bite
I Darken your life
Muthafuckas slippin' like wearing Gators Walking on ice
This is New Edition, I'm Hot Tonite
I spit it right/ ya Gots to like
Tell Sean Paul I Gots a light
One in the head, Stop ya life
Huh, my niggas stay on the block/
Slingin' them rocks/ until the Cops (indict?)
Ya heard

[Hook]
[Reggae adlib]
 
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"Blow Your Mind"

"Blow Your Mind"


AHHHH!! Look out, it's the Funkadelic Funk for chumps
who don't be knowin my name, I tear the frame out ya punks
I make ya slide, make ya slip, make ya wanna backflip
I get biz with the skit, I DJ like Quik
The topnotch of the block, cause I carry a glock
Only hot rocks I'm hot, so give up the props
My style is HUMMIN CUMMIN ATCHA, duck or get backed up
Dispatcher: 'Red, get freaky to the rapture'
So come on light the buddha check your honey while I scoop her
The Soopafly, Jimmy fly Snooka rips the roof off
Then hook off on your crew, to the check of one to two
It's you, who? (AGA-AHHH! WWAAAAAH!) Redman with the Kung-Fu
Come on and get down and boogie oogie with the ruffneck
Hit women like Madonna all the way down to Smurfette
But first get your tables I roast your whole record label kids
Yo E (Whassup G?) Briiiiiidge!

"Press rewind if I haven't blown your mind" [x2]

I do the hustle like Russell, Rush the stage with Simmons
Deadly venom, makes me Poison like Michael Bivins
or a cobra, pop more pop, than Coca-Cola
Next to Yoda I'm a Star at War, plus roller coaster
I got my mind made up GURRRRL, come on and get it if you widdit troop
Krush Groovin smooth as the lightning loops
The kind of loops I sample from a James Brown group
I give credit, cause I'm cautious, about lawsuits
PsychoBetaP-Funk, got styles hard as tree trunks
For real punk, you got a blunt, light it cause I need one
And get down with the irrelevant funk to make ya jump
with the fly human being, watch me freak it in Korean

Chu ri ka pi kyura mulla kara
Nu gu nya nada na na nun Redman
Na bo da challan nom hana do upda ...
... Nah Duke, forget it

I rip shop in hip-hop I get props my lip rocks
The rap stuff's more spooky than movies from Hitchcock
Sit back relax let me rip to the funk track
And press rewind if I haven't blown your mind [KRS-One:] ("REE-WIND!!")

"Press rewind if I haven't blown your mind"
"Press rewind if I.."

HA-UHH, let me get busy with the funky fly stuff
cause I cut your freakin eyes, fuck Bruce Willis because I die rough
It's the Funkadelic Redman and I hit ya with the
Funkadelic level, the P-Funk, the devil
The spectular, Blackula, bust holes like Dracula
Loaded of course, more Legend than Acura
I'm swift, I like big spliffs so I tisk tisk a tasket
Plus keep the glock in my basket
I cough up a lung cause I freak it with the tongue
cause I can 'Wax on! Wax off!' like Daniel-son
Do the yea yea, boogey say up jump the boogey
to the boogey to the boogey thanks to E cause he hooked me
So fuck what ya heard, word to herb, cause I mack
Framalama, plus I kick the grammar, straight from - NEW JERZ
It's the renegade rap Redman, really who rip rhymes in rough mode
Yo, hold your breath while I explode!

"Press rewind if I haven't blown your mind"
"Press rewind if I haven't blown your mind"
 
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"Blow Your Mind (Remix)"

"Blow Your Mind (Remix)"


A-hem.. hit me
This is goin down
What's goin down?
Yo yo yo Reggie Noble, drop that beat in, hah!
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh
Give it to me, give it to me

AHHHH!! Look out, it's the Funkadelic Funk for chumps
who don't be knowin my name, I tear the frame out ya punks
I make ya slide, make ya slip, make ya wanna backflip
I get biz with the skit, I DJ like Quik
The topnotch of the block, cause I carry a glock
Only hot rocks I'm hot, so give up the props
My style is HUMMIN CUMMIN ATCHA, duck or get backed up
Dispatcher: 'Red, get freaky to the rapture'
So come on light the buddha check your honey while I scoop her
The Soopafly, Jimmy fly Snooka rips the roof off
Then hook off on your crew, to the check of one to two
It's you! AHHHHHHHHHHH! Funky fresh in the flesh trail
Come on and get down and boogie oogie with the ruffneck
Hit women like Madonna all the way down to Smurfette
But first get your tables I roast your whole record label kids
Yo Red! (Whassup G?) Briiiiiidge!

Look out.. AHHHHH!

Can I tear the roof off this mother? It's the Funkdafied brother
Then I laugh, because I burn ya like _Backdraft_
So call the fire engine cause I'm flamin up your buildin
_One Life to Live_ so the funk is in _All My Children_
Cause I can get wicked like the witches from Eastwick
And freak the type of funk to make all y'all teeth grit
and crumble, my style is more flyer than ? Brundle ?
Fly from the fly part one to fly part two
PsychoBetaP-Funk, got styles hard as tree trunks
For real punk, you got a blunt, light it cause I need one
And get down with the irrelevant funk to make ya jump
with the fly human being, watch me freak it in Korean

Chu ri ka pi kyura mulla kara
Nu gu nya nada na na nun Redman
Na bo da challan nom hana do upda
Yi sae sang cheil eu na nun Redman, my man

(Get away, get off me, get lost)
(Who am I, I am, I'm Redman)
(There's no one better than me)
(The world's BEST is REDMAN, my man)

I rip shop in hip-hop I get props my lip rocks
The rap stuff's more spooky than movies from Hitchcock
Sit back relax let me rip to the funk track
And press rewind if I haven't blown your mind

ERRRK! Let me get busy with the funky fly stuff
cause I cut your freakin eyes out, fuck Bruce Willis because I die rough
It's the Funkadelic Redman and I hit ya with the
Funkadelic level, the P-Funk, the devil
The spectular, Blackula, bust holes like Dracula
Loaded of course, more Legend than Acura
I'm swift, I like big spliffs so I tisk tisk a tasket
Plus keep the glock in my basket
I cough up a lung cause I freak it with the tongue
cause I can 'Wax on! Wax off!' like Daniel-son
Do the yea yea, boogey say up jump the boogey
to the boogey to the boogey thanks to E cause he hooked me
So fuck what ya heard, word to herb, cause I mack
Framalama, plus I kick the grammar, straight from - NEW JERZ
It's the renegade rap Redman, really who rip rhymes in rough mode
Yo, hold your breath while I explode!

[EXPLOSION]
 
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"Bobyahed2dis"

"Bobyahed2dis"


[Jeff Stewart]
And I say... right about now you are rockin with the best!
Can I get a hit? [inhale][coughing] Thank you [coughing]
What you're about to experience is a walk on the Funkadelic side
Who knows better than the Funkadelic devil himself
To all knotty head niggaz, bob to this
Come walk with Def Squad on the darkside
Coming to you live and direct without further adieu
I bring to you Redman one more time
This is Jeff Stewart and you know how I do it... god DAYAM!!!

[Redman]
So who's that funky nigga that's known to kick the fat shit?
The mirror said "You are, you conceited bastard"
(cutting and scratching of bastard)
Done by the dogcatcher, dogcatcher, it's the dogfetcher, I betcha
Aahhhhhhhhhhh, with the slang
Get you coughed up from the weed it'll bust your brain
The top notch of hip-hop and I'm on the charts
I'm catchin applause when I rock the micraphone from the heart
My style's foul, so look into the eyes of Lorimars
As you can see, I drop funk bars from here to Mars
Still rollin down the highway wit my forty between my lap bitch
Crossin DTW, coming into my lap and
Boy my skills are stacks, I love to do it from the back
My style swarms over ghettoes like crack
Blow in any hood and puff a blunt with any nigga
As long as we both got, it don't matter who's gun bigger
But I bet you you can't do that, cause the multiplatinums
can't save your ass on the block, and you're fucked if it ain't pop
The funk is blowin wattage out your fuckin trunks
Like peak Puma, I known to give a whole lots of lumps
Props I got, coming through your block nine cocked
My socks, even got three-eighty-nine shots
Don't press it, I hang em like them niggaz do in Texas
You don't have no heart you chestless, cuz your heart's on my necklace
I give props to real MC's like KRS-One
Kool G Rap, Buckshot, Busta me and I'm from
The East coast!! Where a nigga like you get that fat?
And since you came out gassed, well I'm closin your gas cap
The creature, from the deeper, ultimate funk freaker
Represent New Jersey, keep your eyes up on the bleacher
A menace like Dennis, I got game like Ennis
I can french-kiss my lyrics, then I run trains with sentence
Lord have mercy! It's too much funk to cope with
Droppin dope shit after dope shit, we're atrocious
That's from the lungs, that rings from here to kingdom come
And I don't have to be a Special Ed to get dumb!!
 
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"Boodah Break"

"Boodah Break"


Yo.. YO! YO!!!!!!!!!!
Hah
If you got your motherfuckin lighters
Light em up, light em up, light em up, light em up
"D that's me!" -> Run-D.M.C.
We gonna take this time out, to smoke a blunt
Ha hah, all your buddha smokers, roll it up
"D that's me!" -> Run-D.M.C.
Roll it up

[sample from Public Enemy of Chuck D]
If y'all really like to rock the funky beats
Somebody in the house say 'Hell yeah'.. "HELL YEAH!"
Yo, I like that from the people up top
Check this out

[Redman]
Yo, check the newsflash
Grab the mic, buck until my neck gets whiplash
My Lethal Weapon tongue need a gun permit badge
Mastermind any flow that can shine
Doc walk the blocks like either yo' ass or mine
Jersey style for dead presidents I'll whoop your ass
with one leg, Kirby style, for thirty miles
Shut the Fawcett to Farah
Drain the Panama Canal up, that'll run like mascara
I pour the Dom like friends at Don Pooh party
Before Mr. T my jewels was too gaudy
My foul mouth turn a New York crowd out
Reach out and touch and use nine to dial out
So Brick City are ya ready, ready
So D.C. are ya ready...
Yo cheers to the undaground, Doc's Da Name
Rap is like the NBA, I love this game

Yo yo, to all my niggaz and bitches
across the ghetto United States
If you high as hell ridin in your car
Honk your horns, and light it up
Light it up, light it up yo, light it up
Ha hah, signin off truly yours
Funk Doctor Spock, rocks da world motherfuckers!
 
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"Boodah Session"

"Boodah Session"


Yo that kinda leaky in that shit right there
Mmhmm, that shit look like the BOMB, huh
Oh yeah, let you take a puff of that shit and just blow the fuck up
Hahaha, nigga blow up, BOOM
That's why your album like
Ahh, that shit you be doin
Where the fuck are you coming from?
Why the fuck are you always walking from that way?
Who?
You
You know, you know that's the first time you ever seen
me walkin that way in like sixteen months
Man you crazy, I always see you walkin through that way
Man I be on a, I be creepin through the hood
 
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"Brick City Mashin'!"

"Brick City Mashin'!"


Yo, yo, yo, nigga
[monkey noises in background]
Swinging through the forests of the jungles
[monkey noises in background]
Yo, c'mon, c'mon, yo yo, yo

Yo, look around your seats;
do you see anybody weirder than me? (me..)
When you find him then I try him, fry him like the gorilla
(billy hanas to hebrew [?]) how to be an MC (cee.. cee..)
Sheeyit, take two tokes, I'm dope riding over notes
Overload your periscope, Doc da most
Lock and load with the rock'n'roll star, dozed off
I had him bruised and closed off with one phone call (brring!)
Chickens, mida mida the heater, believe-a I'm a dog
Straight labrador chedda retriever
Let the gorillas out, til the blood is spilling out
Put a slug up in his mouth, then the thug is chicken out (ha ha)
Darkrooms get ignited, bright lights on the mic
So when we battle they can via satellite it
PPP draft pick is massive, athlete Tenactin flow
Doc captain up battin! Brick City Mashin'!

Turn it up! (c'mon) Smoke that shit up! (c'mon)
Take money money! (c'mon) Brick City Mashin'! (c'mon)
Stolen cars! (c'mon) Counterfeit bills! (c'mon)
Freak that shit out! (c'mon) Brick City Mashin'! (c'mon)
Two for fives! (c'mon) Push that shit out! (c'mon)
Let the monkey out nigga! (c'mon) Brick City Mashin'! (c'mon)
Freak that bitch out! (c'mon) Smoke that weed out! (c'mon)
Freak that hoe out! (c'mon) Brick City Mashin'! (c'mon)

Say I am .. (I am..) some-bo-dy! (Some-bo-dy)
Say I am .. (I am..) some-bo-dy! (Some-bo-dy)

Yo, yo-yo, I'm from Da Bricks where the weed go
for two for five dick.. you try this
I promise I'll be at your video, smackin the shit out of you
from crew to hairstylists (lists.. lists..)
Guerilla maneuver on an intruder
I pack like Sinbad pack the house in Aruba (chk-chk)
Blow your brains; yeah, leave the murder scene
Lookin for me is like lookin for Herb at Burger King
I Get Around like 2Pac and Shock G
Fuckin hotties, block the block like Monopoly
I rock with an eighty-watt spitter, block lit up
Snatch profit up, get your Benz lock it up
So which nigga got a dope enough spot?
Call X to shut em down and I'll open up shop (shop.. shop..)
PPP draft pick is massive, athlete Tenactin flow
Doc captain up battin! Brick City Mashin'!

Turn it up! (c'mon) Smoke that shit up! (c'mon)
Take money money! (c'mon) Brick City Mashin'! (c'mon)
Stolen cars! (c'mon) Counterfeit bills! (c'mon)
Freak that shit out! (c'mon) Brick City Mashin'! (c'mon)
Two for fives! (c'mon) Push that shit out! (c'mon)
Let the monkey out nigga! (c'mon) Brick City Mashin'! (c'mon)
Freak that bitch out! (c'mon) Turn that bitch out! (c'mon)
Turn it up! (c'mon) Brick City Mashin'! (c'mon)
 
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"Brick Intensions (Freestyle)"

"Brick Intensions (Freestyle)"


[Redman]
Bricks is ugly! Roll ya blunts up, with the '89
Bricks is partying, dub drop 80 bombs
Gilla House here, we bout to dumb out
Hittin' your halfway house to break [?] out
It's a lot of gangsters and a lot of freaks
That turn any street beef into potted meat
From Chilltown, Illtown, to New Brunswick!
I bring it back like your day of first tounge kiss
Picture looking good, all two of y'all
You wanna fuck bitches? Let's get it on!
I'm like Marvin Gaye, I'm still starvin'
Crash my car where Garden State Mall is
Took the jewlery, minx, and the cashmere
Roll up in Macy's, smack the cashier
I know you like it hot, that's why I keep it hot
So how the fuck, could you not want a piece of Doc?

[Chorus]
We don't give a fuck, cause we just drink and smoke and straight East Coastin'
Bitches, shakin', ass in motion, psycho, outlaw, smoker, strokin'
Got a cup? Raise it up! Got a blunt? Blaze it up!
That's yo chick? What's yo chick? On these nuts!
All I really know is that Gilla House is some crazy niggaz
We ain't playin', know what I'm sayin'? (Shout out to Dr.Dre!)

[Redman]
Yo, soon as the club close
I'm at the back do' strapped wit' a Haxso, and a Fo' Five
My niggaz gassed up, quick to blast up, similar to NASA
Got chickens in the Bricks with they ass up
Thugs on the block tryin' to get after us
What'd you think nigga? I ain't come prepared?
With a big bear grip in my underwear
Hit 'em up, shoot 'em up, head 'em out
Y'all had your turn, Red is up
Don't be shy now, we hustle thick at it
You know a party ain't a party 'less Bricks at it
Get a mic to the Doc and I'll get it crackin'
Y'all lose focus, we keep stackin'
Def Sqaud in it, Erick snuck the Mac in
Keith Murray in the back, chain jackin' [x4]

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Yeah, it's Gilla House niggaz
Comin through the do' fo '04
Better beleive that
We told you!
Get yo smoke on nigga, Gilla House niggaz
 
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"Brick Standup (Freestyle)"

"Brick Standup (Freestyle)"


I'm Biggie like son loyd, I drop 25 pounds off like
roy jones doc gon take ya belt
I dont box in the ring I leave rings around ya hotel
and ya wife curse when you outta town
I'm like first trough I dont pick I choose
NBA Nothing But Ass is hitting my pool
I'm lying I'm broke behind like Tony Junk
in the MO all my gunz be up like funcy thug
I'm a galean I even gave cali tone
cause I was born in Bricks from outta rally bunch
This is Hip hop its like its meat
and I play to finnish it strong like Mr C
this weed you talk about you popping bring em out
you smell like chronic is cause of el' in ya mouth
we be kicking ya ass D12 on the dash
while ya car is a VA splash
When I'm done with mic 3A hashinin
J heard the verse He aint mad
I vanish area the size of soccer field
Red handicap rockin with doctor shields
I got balls I'm above the law
my style sparks got the stash with a custom track
there aint nuttin to fear but fear itself
now le mme introduce you to the feel near my belt
I be uptown whattup Juelz Santana
I be in the Hood like Taliban Bandana
You want Redman can catch me on camera
cauze I am so cool cool cool

[Chorus:]
What more can I sayyyyyyyyyyy?
Yeah Its Gilla House Motherfucker
What more can I doooooooooooo?
I gave this up to youuuuuuuuu
I know this much is truuuuuue, truuuuuuue
 
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"Bricks Two"
(feat. Double O, D-Don, Roz, Shooga Bear)

"Bricks Two"
(feat. Double O, D-Don, Roz, Shooga Bear)



Hey man, hey man, yeah go 'head with that man
Just rhymin over here man
Hey go 'head, go get drunk nigga
Ayyy, go smoke yo' weed nigga
Yo, go drink yo' forty motherfuckaaaah
It's Brick City dawgs over here
We gon' take it down like this, yo, D-Don, Don..

[D-Don]
It's bone-afficial my nizzle
D-Don got issues, and a type team that dismiss you
Oh boy! I gets more (Chips) than (Ahoy!)
I got toys that deploy, I just aim and destroy
I keeps it gully in a bonafide skully
I ain't never had a hit but still get props like Nelly
I'm platinum in streets I got, love in the streets
And I'm more underground than your, basement concrete
Braids in my hair, gold still in my teeth
Still, bringin the beef if you're, bringin me grief
I, rat-a-tat-tat it like one-two one-two
Cock my shit back and let off on your whole crew
I'm Brick City baby twenty-fo'/seven
A project nigga that's, tryin to see heaven
I done ran through hell with gasoline drawers on (AOWW!)
I'm the portrait of a hustler, and once again it's on
I still got money buried in my back yard
I'm Bumpy like Johnson, they call me D-Don
My shit's so dope when you smoke you nod
And I spit that shit that leave you holy like the song

[Pacewon]
Yo.. we from the place where they pump out D and steal cars
Kids wild wave at you and smile you feel large
like they cut, and you got the power to heal scars
Never down cause the underground crown is still large
See I rap for a livin, probably rap 'til I die
If you dope, where you been at? Your raps is a lie
I'm all real, the one, the raw deal
Do tour, come home, do a flick for four mill'
What the hardcore heads on the block would call ill
Never catch me at the ball-out spot with small bills
Innovative rapper, rhyme in new ways
When I spit niggaz cough up blood for two days
Never catch me with material girls, they fugaz'
Rather bounce with a short chickenhead in blue shades
'Til the day I'm rich like Bruce Wayne
I'ma kick raps like pimps blew game
Ridin through your block with six new chains on
Pullin over droppin H-bombs
No doubt I got it locked Sanford Ave. to Penn Station
Chancellor to Central a thousand men waitin

[Chorus - 2X w/ minor variations]
Jersey that's whassup (whassup yo?)
You heard me light the Dutch (smokin weed)
Rock on like what the fuck (what the fuck?)
Jersey that's whassup, Brick City

[Roz]
Fuckin with me is a close call out of my crew
Don't try it I fuckin roast y'all, you and your co-stars
Next up to bat, I done had enough of cats
Blast tracks like what the fuck was that?
Roz spit rawness
State to state, hood streets and block corners
Rhymes hold so much weight, the feds on us
Lot of niggaz didn't wanna see me last
But I won't stop just slow down like Easy Pass
Back up and give the R room
Or we gon' brawl worse than cartoons in bar rooms
In my city they don't pop they collar
Cats that do, get shot drop and holla
I'm from the B-R-I, C-K-S
And my, squad is hot, any beef they bless
Any, squad that test gon' meet they death
Ask yourself, do you really need that stress?

[Shooga Bear]
Aiyyo, I project my voice so it's right in the crowd
There's a sign at the door, no bitin allowed
Plus the blows that I throw bring a light in the sound
So whoever want the drama I'm invitin them now
Phenomenal shit, spit 'til my abdominal split
Plus combined lines so minds demolish a click
Still burn MC's like Everclear, never fear
With razor sharp skills so ill they, sever ears
Hard to the roots a hundred proof with no chaser
Scarves and some boots a hundred troops with chrome bangers
Now rock with me, I spray blocks with glock fifties
Still when I spit I flip like Spock sent me
And never gave a fuck what a rapper grossed
But if they, brag and boast I'ma clap the toast
Y'all can analyze this, watch me paralyze clicks
And sabotage y'all, I ain't a fan of y'all shit

[Chorus]

[Double O]
I'm a nasty ass disease, and now I got ya mouth celibate
I'm a direct descendant of Hannibal's elephants
That's word to mother, them damn jokes is over
You gon' run your mouth like a motor 'til I fuck up the rotor
It's Double O again, still runnin, still gunnin
It's like I got a cast-iron dick, I'm still cummin
Talkin that killer shit like you blood raw
And ain't even did ten minutes in the back of a squad car
Be big niggaz to they weak, I'm true to the streets
Y'all niggaz is half-assed like one booty cheek
I'm (??), y'all is Swiss Miss
My camp'll make your army pull back like a slipped disc
It be the Bricks again, with me with them steel rods
It ain't right unless Shane, Tariq, and Raouf Nayim is involved
I did ery'thang from robberies to dope
And y'all just lie about it, like it's a big-ass joke
Playin like kids, I think you want me to spank you
Ninety-nine on the charts with a ship anchor on your ankle
And if you niggaz don't like what I say
I'm in Newark on Market and Hasley e'ry fuckin day

[Redman]
Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, slow down nigga
Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, sip yo' liquor
Yo Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, slow down nigga
Yo Brick City muh'fucka..
 
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