Redman - Bricks Two Lyrics
Hey man, hey man, yeah go 'head with that manJust rhymin over here manHey go 'head, go get drunk niggaAyyy, go smoke yo' weed niggaYo, go drink yo' forty mother*****aaaahIt's Brick City dawgs over hereWe gon' take it down like this, yo, D-Don, Don..[D-Don]It's bone-afficial my nizzleD-Don got issues, and a type team that dismiss youOh boy! I gets more +Chips+ than +Ahoy!+I got toys that deploy, I just aim and destroyI keeps it gully in a bonafide skullyI ain't never had a hit but still get props like NellyI'm platinum in streets I got, love in the streetsAnd I'm more underground than your, basement concreteBraids in my hair, gold still in my teethStill, bringin the beef if you're, bringin me griefI, rat-a-tat-tat it like one-two one-two***** my shit back and let off on your whole crewI'm Brick City baby twenty-fo'/sevenA project nigga that's, tryin to see heavenI done ran through hell with gasoline drawers on (AOWW!)I'm the portrait of a hustler, and once again it's onI still got money buried in my back yardI'm Bumpy like Johnson, they call me D-DonMy shit's so dope when you smoke you nodAnd I spit that shit that leave you holy like the song[Pacewon]Yo.. we from the place where they pump out D and steal carsKids wild wave at you and smile you feel largelike they cut, and you got the power to heal scarsNever down cause the underground crown is still largeSee I rap for a livin, probably rap 'til I dieIf you dope, where you been at? Your raps is a lieI'm all real, the one, the raw dealDo tour, come home, do a flick for four mill'What the hardcore heads on the block would call illNever catch me at the ball-out spot with small billsInnovative rapper, rhyme in new waysWhen I spit niggaz cough up blood for two daysNever catch me with material girls, they fugaz'Rather bounce with a short chickenhead in blue shades'Til the day I'm rich like Bruce WayneI'ma kick raps like pimps blew gameRidin through your block with six new chains onPullin over droppin H-bombsNo doubt I got it locked Sanford Ave. to Penn StationChancellor 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 ***** (what the *****?)Jersey that's whassup, Brick City[Roz]*****in with me is a close call out of my crewDon't try it I *****in roast y'all, you and your co-starsNext up to bat, I done had enough of catsBlast tracks like what the ***** was that?Roz spit rawnessState to state, hood streets and block cornersRhymes hold so much weight, the feds on usLot of niggaz didn't wanna see me lastBut I won't stop just slow down like Easy PassBack up and give the R roomOr we gon' brawl worse than cartoons in bar roomsIn my city they don't pop they collarCats that do, get shot drop and hollaI'm from the B-R-I, C-K-SAnd my, squad is hot, any beef they blessAny, squad that test gon' meet they deathAsk yourself, do you really need that stress?[Shooga Bear]Aiyyo, I project my voice so it's right in the crowdThere's a sign at the door, no bitin allowedPlus the blows that I throw bring a light in the soundSo whoever want the drama I'm invitin them nowPhenomenal shit, spit 'til my abdominal splitPlus combined lines so minds demolish a clickStill burn MC's like Everclear, never fearWith razor sharp skills so ill they, sever earsHard to the roots a hundred proof with no chaserScarves and some boots a hundred troops with chrome bangersNow rock with me, I spray blocks with glock fiftiesStill when I spit I flip like Spock sent meAnd never gave a ***** what a rapper grossedBut if they, brag and boast I'ma clap the toastY'all can analyze this, watch me paralyze clicksAnd 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 celibateI'm a direct descendant of Hannibal's elephantsThat's word to mother, them damn jokes is overYou gon' run your mouth like a motor 'til I ***** up the rotorIt's Double O again, still runnin, still gunninIt's like I got a cast-iron dick, I'm still cumminTalkin that killer shit like you blood rawAnd ain't even did ten minutes in the back of a squad carBe big niggaz to they weak, I'm true to the streetsY'all niggaz is half-assed like one booty cheekI'm (??), y'all is Swiss MissMy camp'll make your army pull back like a slipped discIt be the Bricks again, with me with them steel rodsIt ain't right unless Shane, Tariq, and Raouf Nayim is involvedI did ery'thang from robberies to dopeAnd y'all just lie about it, like it's a big-ass jokePlayin like kids, I think you want me to spank youNinety-nine on the charts with a ship anchor on your ankleAnd if you niggaz don't like what I sayI'm in Newark on Market and Hasley e'ry *****in day[Redman]Brick City muh'*****a, that's the way it go down nigga, slow down niggaBrick City muh'*****a, that's the way it go down nigga, sip yo' liquorYo Brick City muh'*****a, that's the way it go down nigga, slow down niggaYo Brick City muh'*****a..
