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Redman - Bricks Two lyrics
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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