Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo check it out
 Introducing  the international
 Worldwide  Brick City

 [Roz]
 To each his own  I'ma have this known from the door
 I make niggaz walk like ball four
 Y'all score game down the block  for me it's hip hop
 around the clock  critical I'm bound to drop (stop)
 You ain't know I'm nice girl  youse a Wannabe
 like the Spice Girls, you betta think twice girl
 I'm untry-able, undeniable
 Won't be held liable for givin knots that's untie-able
 R-O-Z, recognize my name
 Rap G.I. Jane rockin colorful wide frames
 Straight from Newark we Brick layers, Na Na slayers
 Don't play I coach and pick players
 in Da Bricks, get your shit popped locked and stolen
 Step back I'm holdin, bitches be rollin
 Ghetto style, I'ma stay that ripper
 Tryin to get cash out the ass like a stripper

 [Tame One]
 Dub O, I'm down for whateva, do what I gotta to get the chedda
 Fuck takin over cities, we conquered galaxies and better
 I was put here to crush CD's and wreck tapes
 Make a false move, I put this whole fuckin planet in checkmate
 Hell with this, we takin over the spot
 I don't like to, but I will resort to the glock
 The whole camp is sick, you can't do nuttin but like it
 It's like when you drown, your ass sink quicker if you fight it
 Talkin bout you used to rob niggaz with pump shotties
 I know you love club music nigga, but you ain't got a jack in your body
 You fake ass niggaz, gettin screened like a short pass
 And if you incorrect, I'ma diamond cut your bastard ass
 You got mind control over me like Devo but you ain't my friend
 Cause when I'm around you be quiet but when I leave you be talkin again
 But we gonna do it how you want cause I'm widdit to brawl with you
 Now what if I put your bitch ass in a headlock and fall witchu

 Yo niggaz, shut your windows and close ya doorz
 Comin straight from Da Brick City (2X)

 [Young Z]
 Yo, here I come
 Yo, yeah, yo YEAH (C'mon Z!)
 Your bitch said aliens raped her and her four friends
 But it was all or outs, we dressed up as Martians
 When I, crack a brew it's nuttin else I'd rather do
 Hop out a cab or two to your avenue to battle you
 Your style get ate like italian steak
 Then I get Red to sell you achey or a pound of shake
 Y'all can open up wide and suck this dick
 None of y'all niggaz can't fuck with Bricks
 While you scrubbin dishes, we puffin Swishers
 Fuckin women ends up in the Benz trunk with switches
 We cop sixty-three nigs
 One from every spot, blunts be mystery mix
 We got, spots, all my niggaz stay in Bricks
 While y'all stash clips in bags of Bar-B-Q potato chips
 Plus your main honey loved us
 Slip her some bom-ba she'll fuck twenty of us

 [Gov-Matic]
 Yo, you pack that little ass gun like Harlem Nights
 After we brawl and fight, yo bitch I'ma ball tonight
 At shows we so tight we flow like it's one mic
 Raw underground, yo Don, tell em what that dough like

 [Diezzel Don]
 D. Don, I gets mine, and stay gettin it
 My thug mind'll brawl with rhymes and stay shittin it
 Check my shine, iced out platinum like your pendant
 V.I.P. ghetto nigga, hustlin and spendin
 Got bitches trickin tryin to get with me
 Got police, flock niggaz tryin to cop from me
 How many pouns you want, how many pounds you need?
 I cultivate, every block I go and drop seeds nigga
 I grow trees, niggaz know me, for bein low key
 That hustler from A.C.

 [Gov-Matic]
 I'm steady shittin on hoes, Grand Royal like the Green Eyed Bandit
 Jump straight in the Lex offa New Jersey transit
 Let my man spit that Don shit
 Gov-Matic spit that shit that's toxic, I rock shit
 It's that hot shit like Busta Bust got
 plus I bust glock, on pussies I trust not
 They get blown, burned like minutes on cell phone
 Bring the terror to your block like the toughest nigga from jail home
 And you dead gone when my squad come around
 We hella illa from Isabella to Downtown

 [Chorus