(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 x2: 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...