Testo Bricks Two - Redman
Testo della canzone Bricks Two (Redman), tratta dall'album Malpractice
Fuck you talkin' 'bout nigga? Ay man
Ay man, ay, go 'head with that man
We just rhymin' over here man, ay, go 'head, go get drunk nigga
Ay, go smoke yo' weed nigga, drink yo' 40 motherfucker
It's Brick City dogs over here, we gon' take it down like this
Yo, D-Don, John
It's boneficial my nizzle, D-Don got issues
And a tight team that dismiss you
Oh boy, I gets more Chips than Hoi
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
I'm the portrait of a hustler, and once again it's on
I still got money buried in my backyard
I'm Bumpy like Johnson, they call me D-Don
My shit so dope when you smoke you nod
And I spit that shit that leave you holy like the song
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 ours
See I rap for a living, 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 mil'
What the hardcore heads on the block recall ill
Never catch me at the ball-out spot with small bills
Innovative rapper, rhyme in new ways
When I spit niggas 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 do 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
Chance for the Central, a thousand men waitin
Jersey that's what's up, what (Yo what's up yo?)
You heard me light the Dutch, what (Smokin weed)
Rock on like what the fuck, what (What the fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
Jersey that's what's up, Brick City
Jersey that's what's up, what (Yo what's up yo?)
You heard me light the Dutch, what (Smokin 89)
Rock on like what the fuck, what (What the fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
Jersey that's what's up, Brick City
Fuckin with me it's 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?
Rah spit raw on this, state to state, hood streets and block corners
Rhymes hold so much weight the feds on us
Lot of niggas didn't wanna see me last
But I won't stop, just slow down like E-ZPass
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, dropped and holla
I'm from the B-R-I, C-K-S
And my, squad is hot, any beat they bless
Any, squad that test gon' meet they death
Ask yourself, do you really need that stress?
Aiyyo, I project my voice so it's right in the crowd
There's a sign at the door, no bitin allowed
Plus the flows that I throw bring a light in the sound
So whoever want the drama, I'm invitin 'em now
Phenomenal shit, spit 'til my abdominal split
Plus combine lines so mine demolish your 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 50's
Still when I spit I flip like Spock Semi
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
Jersey that's what's up, what (Yo what's up yo?)
You heard me light the Dutch, what (Smokin weed)
Rock on like what the fuck, what (What the fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
Jersey that's what's up, Brick City
Jersey that's what's up, what (Yo what's up yo?)
You heard me light the Dutch, what (Smokin 89)
Rock on like what the fuck, what (What the fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
Jersey that's what's up, Brick City
I'm a nasty ass disease, and now I got your mouth celibate
I'm a direct descendant of Hannibal's elephants
That's word to my 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
Beat big niggas 'til they weak, I'm true to the streets
Y'all niggas is half-assed like one bootycheek
I swear for Joseph, y'all is Swiss Missed
My camp'll make your army pull back like a slipped disc
It be them Bricks again, we mean with them steel rods
It ain't rightless shame Tariq and Ralph Nahim is involved
I did e'rything 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 shit ancle on your ankle
And if you niggas don't like what I say
I'm in Newark on Market and Halsey e'ry fuckin day
Brick City muh'fucker
That's the way it go down nigga, slow down nigga
Brick City muh'fucker
That's the way it go down nigga, sip yo' liquor
Yo, Brick City muh'fucker
That's the way it go down nigga, slow down nigga
Yo, Brick City muh'fucker
This is Big Tigger, BET Rap City
The Basement holdin it down for WKYA
Kickin yo' ass radio
Reportin live from the Bricks
From Bricks to Brooknam, WKYA
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Writer(s): Erick S. Sermon, Reggie Noble
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