Dis Iz Brick City

This is WKYA Radio, you motherfuckers!

We got our next caller on the air!

Bitch, you on the line!

(Yo, this is Big Tracy)

(I don't give a fuck, nigga!)

(Give me some of that shit straight out of The BRICK CITY!)

THE BRICK CITY!

For my nigga Guts

We was thinkin' about you on this one, Guts

Hold your head up, baby

We got you on this one!

This is for everybody from the block

Everybody from the crews

You know who you are

No newcomers

(Let 'em know, son!)

(Let 'em know, son!)

This is how we do it, baby!

(Let 'em know!)

Open up on 'em!

Go ahead!

Yo, When I D-I-P, I V-I-P

I'm Doctor, I rush niggas to emergency

Open heart, filled with darts

(99 Agents), know they (Get Smart)

When I throw it in park

Pop the trunk, sellin' CD's $15's for chumps

'Cause I'm like Noah's Ark from the slums

Holla' at cha frog, I'm getting them (Bud)

Like them frogs on the log

I'm balls to the wall

When I do anything, nothing's hard

I make it easy and talk greasy to broads

GILLA! Say my name 5 times in the mirror!

I'm jumpin' out - whoa!

You can hear the

Sounds of the motherfuckin' men

Tryin' to get your chain

Tryin' to get cha chay-e-ain!

Flush this down the drain

I'm the new raw on the streets

You can get 10 years per each song

Catch a contact, what I write from the arm

Now little white kids bring pipes to the prom

I was supposed to quit, be an influence

But, the weed is like (Nike) -- I JUST DO IT!

I'm ET zooted, way out there

You got weed?

Then, roll with the Sonny and Cher

Suffering succotash, I leave you suckers sufferin'

Huffin' and puffin', at last!

[Chorus: Ready Roc]

This is Brick City! [gun shots]

Hear the gunshots, where they hate cops [sirens]

On every block, there's a weed spot

This is Brick City! [gun jams]

Hear the gun jam, if you don't run fam-i-ly with a suntan

This is Brick City! [rapid-fire gunshots]

Hear the gun spit, niggas jump ship

Where we spit, 'cause we run shit

Play pussy wit' us

And get fucked quick

Who got the duchess?

[Verse 2: Redman]

Yo, I keep the ghetto in me

I love the sweet taste of revenge

I'm focused, my soul's been cleansed

Now I know who the enemy, and who to friend

But still, with my eyes closed, they both blend

I'm not a follower, I start the trend

Y'all can follow that dummy

I'mma follow this money

Now I'm at the age, where I need to get paid

If a nickel bag gets sold in the park - heyyyyyyy!

Did I stu-stutter?

I got the guns and butter

My craftwork be movin' the numbers

I keep a (Roscoe) like Kurupt, brother

Hang out my window - BLAOW!

What up, fucker?

Violence sells, but I ain't a violent male

But if you violate, I'll play the violin well

From Bricks to Park Hill

Don't be like Zoolander, waitin' for that Blue Steel

To be shown on your grill

[Chorus: Ready Roc]

This is Brick City! [gun shots]

Hear the gunshots, where they hate cops [sirens]

On every block, there's a weed spot

This is Brick City! [gun jams]

Hear the gun jam, if you don't run fam-i-ly with a suntan

This is Brick City! [rapid-fire gunshots]

Hear the gun spit, niggas jump ship

Where we spit, 'cause we run shit

Play pussy wit' us

And get fucked quick

Who got the duchess?

[Redman]

Yo, right here! Yeah!

The Gilla House niggas in the motherfuckin buildin, mayne!

Goddamn, nigga!

Big Nuts, uptown

512

What it is, mayne?

[WKYA DJ]

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