Текст песни Bricks Two - Redman 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
Ay,
go
smoke
yo'
weed,
nigga
Yo,
go
drink
yo'
forty
motherfucka
It's
Brick
City
dawgs
over
here
We
gon'
take
it
down
like
this,
yo,
D-Don,
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-four
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's
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
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
chicken
head
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'
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
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
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?
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
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
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
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
[Incomprehensible],
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
everything
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
every
fuckin'
day
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
1 Soopaman Luva 5 (Part II)
2 Whut I'ma Do Now
3 Doggz II
4 Wrong 4 Dat
5 Bricks Two
6 Muh-Fucka
7 Enjoy da Ride
8 Da Bullshit
9 Uh-Huh
10 WKYA (Drop)
11 Lick A Shot
12 Diggy Doc
13 Let's Get Dirty (I Can't Get in da club)
14 Roller Coaster Malpractice (intro)
15 Real Niggaz
16 Jerry Swinger Stickup (skit)
17 J.U.M.P.
18 2-Way Madness (skit)
19 Dat Bitch
20 Soopaman Luva 5, Part I
21 Who Wants to Fuck a Millionaire (skit)
22 Judge Juniqua (skit)
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