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(feat. Double O, D-Don, Roz & Shooga Bear)<br /><br />Hey man, hey man, yeah go 'head with that man<br />Just rhymin over here man<br />Hey go 'head, go get drunk nigga<br />Ayyy, go smoke yo' weed nigga<br />Yo, go drink yo' forty motherfuckaaaah<br />It's Brick City dawgs over here<br />We gon' take it down like this, yo, D-Don, Don..<br /><br />[D-Don]<br />It's bone-afficial my nizzle<br />D-Don got issues, and a type team that dismiss you<br />Oh boy! I gets more +Chips+ than +Ahoy!+<br />I got toys that deploy, I just aim and destroy<br />I keeps it gully in a bonafide skully<br />I ain't never had a hit but still get props like Nelly<br />I'm platinum in streets I got, love in the streets<br />And I'm more underground than your, basement concrete<br />Braids in my hair, gold still in my teeth<br />Still, bringin the beef if you're, bringin me grief<br />I, rat-a-tat-tat it like one-two one-two<br />Cock my shit back and let off on your whole crew<br />I'm Brick City baby twenty-fo'/seven<br />A project nigga that's, tryin to see heaven<br />I done ran through hell with gasoline drawers on (AOWW!)<br />I'm the portrait of a hustler, and once again it's on<br />I still got money buried in my back yard<br />I'm Bumpy like Johnson, they call me D-Don<br />My shit's so dope when you smoke you nod<br />And I spit that shit that leave you holy like the song<br /><br />[Pacewon]<br />Yo.. we from the place where they pump out D and steal cars<br />Kids wild wave at you and smile you feel large<br />like they cut, and you got the power to heal scars<br />Never down cause the underground crown is still large<br />See I rap for a livin, probably rap 'til I die<br />If you dope, where you been at? Your raps is a lie<br />I'm all real, the one, the raw deal<br />Do tour, come home, do a flick for four mill'<br />What the hardcore heads on the block would call ill<br />Never catch me at the ball-out spot with small bills<br />Innovative rapper, rhyme in new ways<br />When I spit niggaz cough up blood for two days<br />Never catch me with material girls, they fugaz'<br />Rather bounce with a short chickenhead in blue shades<br />'Til the day I'm rich like Bruce Wayne<br />I'ma kick raps like pimps blew game<br />Ridin through your block with six new chains on<br />Pullin over droppin H-bombs<br />No doubt I got it locked Sanford Ave. to Penn Station<br />Chancellor to Central a thousand men waitin<br /><br />[Chorus - 2X w/ minor variations]<br />Jersey that's whassup (whassup yo?)<br />You heard me light the Dutch (smokin weed)<br />Rock on like what the fuck (what the fuck?)<br />Jersey that's whassup, Brick City<br /><br />[Roz]<br />Fuckin with me is a close call out of my crew<br />Don't try it I fuckin roast y'all, you and your co-stars<br />Next up to bat, I done had enough of cats<br />Blast tracks like what the fuck was that?<br />Roz spit rawness<br />State to state, hood streets and block corners<br />Rhymes hold so much weight, the feds on us<br />Lot of niggaz didn't wanna see me last<br />But I won't stop just slow down like Easy Pass<br />Back up and give the R room<br />Or we gon' brawl worse than cartoons in bar rooms<br />In my city they don't pop they collar<br />Cats that do, get shot drop and holla<br />I'm from the B-R-I, C-K-S<br />And my, squad is hot, any beef they bless<br />Any, squad that test gon' meet they death<br />Ask yourself, do you really need that stress?<br /><br />[Shooga Bear]<br />Aiyyo, I project my voice so it's right in the crowd<br />There's a sign at the door, no bitin allowed<br />Plus the blows that I throw bring a light in the sound<br />So whoever want the drama I'm invitin them now<br />Phenomenal shit, spit 'til my abdominal split<br />Plus combined lines so minds demolish a click<br />Still burn MC's like Everclear, never fear<br />With razor sharp skills so ill they, sever ears<br />Hard to the roots a hundred proof with no chaser<br />Scarves and some boots a hundred troops with chrome bangers<br />Now rock with me, I spray blocks with glock fifties<br />Still when I spit I flip like Spock sent me<br />And never gave a fuck what a rapper grossed<br />But if they, brag and boast I'ma clap the toast<br />Y'all can analyze this, watch me paralyze clicks<br />And sabotage y'all, I ain't a fan of y'all shit<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />[Double O]<br />I'm a nasty ass disease, and now I got ya mouth celibate<br />I'm a direct descendant of Hannibal's elephants<br />That's word to mother, them damn jokes is over<br />You gon' run your mouth like a motor 'til I fuck up the rotor<br />It's Double O again, still runnin, still gunnin<br />It's like I got a cast-iron dick, I'm still cummin<br />Talkin that killer shit like you blood raw<br />And ain't even did ten minutes in the back of a squad car<br />Be big niggaz to they weak, I'm true to the streets<br />Y'all niggaz is half-assed like one booty cheek<br />I'm (??), y'all is Swiss Miss<br />My camp'll make your army pull back like a slipped disc<br />It be the Bricks again, with me with them steel rods<br />It ain't right unless Shane, Tariq, and Raouf Nayim is involved<br />I did ery'thang from robberies to dope<br />And y'all just lie about it, like it's a big-ass joke<br />Playin like kids, I think you want me to spank you<br />Ninety-nine on the charts with a ship anchor on your ankle<br />And if you niggaz don't like what I say<br />I'm in Newark on Market and Hasley e'ry fuckin day<br /><br />[Redman]<br />Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, slow down nigga<br />Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, sip yo' liquor<br />Yo Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, slow down nigga<br />Yo Brick City muh'fucka..
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(feat. Double O, D-Don, Roz & Shooga Bear)<br /><br />Hey man, hey man, yeah go 'head with that man<br />Just rhymin over here man<br />Hey go 'head, go get drunk nigga<br />Ayyy, go smoke yo' weed nigga<br />Yo, go drink yo' forty motherfuckaaaah<br />It's Brick City dawgs over here<br />We gon' take it down like this, yo, D-Don, Don..<br /><br />[D-Don]<br />It's bone-afficial my nizzle<br />D-Don got issues, and a type team that dismiss you<br />Oh boy! I gets more +Chips+ than +Ahoy!+<br />I got toys that deploy, I just aim and destroy<br />I keeps it gully in a bonafide skully<br />I ain't never had a hit but still get props like Nelly<br />I'm platinum in streets I got, love in the streets<br />And I'm more underground than your, basement concrete<br />Braids in my hair, gold still in my teeth<br />Still, bringin the beef if you're, bringin me grief<br />I, rat-a-tat-tat it like one-two one-two<br />Cock my shit back and let off on your whole crew<br />I'm Brick City baby twenty-fo'/seven<br />A project nigga that's, tryin to see heaven<br />I done ran through hell with gasoline drawers on (AOWW!)<br />I'm the portrait of a hustler, and once again it's on<br />I still got money buried in my back yard<br />I'm Bumpy like Johnson, they call me D-Don<br />My shit's so dope when you smoke you nod<br />And I spit that shit that leave you holy like the song<br /><br />[Pacewon]<br />Yo.. we from the place where they pump out D and steal cars<br />Kids wild wave at you and smile you feel large<br />like they cut, and you got the power to heal scars<br />Never down cause the underground crown is still large<br />See I rap for a livin, probably rap 'til I die<br />If you dope, where you been at? Your raps is a lie<br />I'm all real, the one, the raw deal<br />Do tour, come home, do a flick for four mill'<br />What the hardcore heads on the block would call ill<br />Never catch me at the ball-out spot with small bills<br />Innovative rapper, rhyme in new ways<br />When I spit niggaz cough up blood for two days<br />Never catch me with material girls, they fugaz'<br />Rather bounce with a short chickenhead in blue shades<br />'Til the day I'm rich like Bruce Wayne<br />I'ma kick raps like pimps blew game<br />Ridin through your block with six new chains on<br />Pullin over droppin H-bombs<br />No doubt I got it locked Sanford Ave. to Penn Station<br />Chancellor to Central a thousand men waitin<br /><br />[Chorus - 2X w/ minor variations]<br />Jersey that's whassup (whassup yo?)<br />You heard me light the Dutch (smokin weed)<br />Rock on like what the fuck (what the fuck?)<br />Jersey that's whassup, Brick City<br /><br />[Roz]<br />Fuckin with me is a close call out of my crew<br />Don't try it I fuckin roast y'all, you and your co-stars<br />Next up to bat, I done had enough of cats<br />Blast tracks like what the fuck was that?<br />Roz spit rawness<br />State to state, hood streets and block corners<br />Rhymes hold so much weight, the feds on us<br />Lot of niggaz didn't wanna see me last<br />But I won't stop just slow down like Easy Pass<br />Back up and give the R room<br />Or we gon' brawl worse than cartoons in bar rooms<br />In my city they don't pop they collar<br />Cats that do, get shot drop and holla<br />I'm from the B-R-I, C-K-S<br />And my, squad is hot, any beef they bless<br />Any, squad that test gon' meet they death<br />Ask yourself, do you really need that stress?<br /><br />[Shooga Bear]<br />Aiyyo, I project my voice so it's right in the crowd<br />There's a sign at the door, no bitin allowed<br />Plus the blows that I throw bring a light in the sound<br />So whoever want the drama I'm invitin them now<br />Phenomenal shit, spit 'til my abdominal split<br />Plus combined lines so minds demolish a click<br />Still burn MC's like Everclear, never fear<br />With razor sharp skills so ill they, sever ears<br />Hard to the roots a hundred proof with no chaser<br />Scarves and some boots a hundred troops with chrome bangers<br />Now rock with me, I spray blocks with glock fifties<br />Still when I spit I flip like Spock sent me<br />And never gave a fuck what a rapper grossed<br />But if they, brag and boast I'ma clap the toast<br />Y'all can analyze this, watch me paralyze clicks<br />And sabotage y'all, I ain't a fan of y'all shit<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />[Double O]<br />I'm a nasty ass disease, and now I got ya mouth celibate<br />I'm a direct descendant of Hannibal's elephants<br />That's word to mother, them damn jokes is over<br />You gon' run your mouth like a motor 'til I fuck up the rotor<br />It's Double O again, still runnin, still gunnin<br />It's like I got a cast-iron dick, I'm still cummin<br />Talkin that killer shit like you blood raw<br />And ain't even did ten minutes in the back of a squad car<br />Be big niggaz to they weak, I'm true to the streets<br />Y'all niggaz is half-assed like one booty cheek<br />I'm (??), y'all is Swiss Miss<br />My camp'll make your army pull back like a slipped disc<br />It be the Bricks again, with me with them steel rods<br />It ain't right unless Shane, Tariq, and Raouf Nayim is involved<br />I did ery'thang from robberies to dope<br />And y'all just lie about it, like it's a big-ass joke<br />Playin like kids, I think you want me to spank you<br />Ninety-nine on the charts with a ship anchor on your ankle<br />And if you niggaz don't like what I say<br />I'm in Newark on Market and Hasley e'ry fuckin day<br /><br />[Redman]<br />Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, slow down nigga<br />Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, sip yo' liquor<br />Yo Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, slow down nigga<br />Yo Brick City muh'fucka..
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