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Pacewon does the second verse but is uncredited
Hey man, hey man, yeah go 'head with that man
Just rhymin over here man
Hey go 'head, go get drunk nigg*
Ayyy, go smoke yo' weed nigg*
Yo, go drink yo' forty motherfkaaaah
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
c*ck my s**t back and let off on your whole crew
I'm Brick City baby twenty-fo'/seven
A project nigg* 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 s**t's so dope when you smoke you nod
And I spit that s**t 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 hardc*re 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 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 fk (what the fk?)
Jersey that's whassup, Brick City
Roz
fkin with me is a close call out of my crew
Don't try it I fkin roast y'all, you and your co-stars
Next up to bat, I done had enough of cats
Blast tracks like what the fk was that?
Roz spit rawness
State to state, hood streets and block corners
Rhymes hold so much weight, the feds on us
Lot of 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 s**t, 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 fk 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 s**t
Chorus
Double O
I'm a nasty as* disease, and now I got ya mouth celibate
I'm a direct descendant of Hannibal's elephants
That's word to my mother, them d*mn jokes is over
You gon' run your mouth like a motor 'til I fk up the rotor
It's Double O again, still runnin, still gunnin
It's like I got a cast-iron d*ck, I'm still cummin
Talkin that killer s**t like you blood raw
And ain't even did ten minutes in the back of a squad car
Be big to they weak, I'm true to the streets
Y'all 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 don't like what I say
I'm in Newark on Market and Hasley e'ry fkin day
Redman
Brick City muh'fka, that's the way it go down nigg*, slow down nigg*
Brick City muh'fka, that's the way it go down nigg*, sip yo' liquor
Yo Brick City muh'fka, that's the way it go down nigg*, slow down nigg*
Yo Brick City muh'fka..