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Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo check it out
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Introducing, the international
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Worldwide, Brick City
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[Roz]
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To each his own, I'ma have this known from the door
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I make niggaz walk like ball four
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Y'all score game down the block, for me it's hip-hop
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around the clock, critical I'm bound to drop (stop)
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You ain't know I'm nice girl, youse a Wannabe
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like the Spice Girls, you betta think twice girl
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I'm untry-able, undeniable
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Won't be held liable for givin knots that's untie-able
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R-O-Z, recognize my name
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Rap G.I. Jane rockin colorful wide frames
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Straight from Newark we Brick layers, Na Na slayers
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Don't play I coach and pick players
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in Da Bricks, get your shit popped locked and stolen
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Step back I'm holdin, bitches be rollin
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Ghetto style, I'ma stay that ripper
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Tryin to get cash out the ass like a stripper
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[Tame One]
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Dub O, I'm down for whateva, do what I gotta to get the chedda
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Fuck takin over cities, we conquered galaxies and better
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I was put here to crush CD's and wreck tapes
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Make a false move, I put this whole fuckin planet in checkmate
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Hell with this, we takin over the spot
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I don't like to, but I will resort to the glock
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The whole camp is sick, you can't do nuttin but like it
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It's like when you drown, your ass sink quicker if you fight it
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Talkin bout you used to rob niggaz with pump shotties
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I know you love club music nigga, but you ain't got a jack in your body
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You fake ass niggaz, gettin screened like a short pass
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And if you incorrect, I'ma diamond cut your bastard ass
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You got mind control over me like Deebo but you ain't my friend
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Cause when I'm around you be quiet but when I leave you be talkin again
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But we gonna do it how you want cause I'm widdit to brawl with you
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Now what if I put your bitch ass in a headlock and fall witchu
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Yo niggaz, shut your windows and close ya doorz
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Comin straight from Da Brick City (2X)
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[Young Z]
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Yo, here I come
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Yo, yeah, yo YEAH (C'mon Z!)
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Your bitch said aliens raped her and her four friends
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But it was all the Outz, we dressed up as Martians
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When I, crack a brew it's nuttin else I'd rather do
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Hop out a cab or two to your avenue to battle you
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Your style get ate like italian steak
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Then I get Red to sell you achey or a pound of shake
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Y'all can open up wide and suck this dick
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None of y'all niggaz can't fuck with Bricks
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While you scrubbin dishes, we puffin Swishers
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Fuckin women ends up in the Benz trunk with switches
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We cop sixty-three nigs
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One from every spot, blunts be mystery mix
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We got, spots, all my niggaz stay in Bricks
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While y'all stash clips in bags of Bar-B-Q potato chips
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Plus your main honey loved us
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Slip her some bom-ba she'll fuck twenty of us
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[Gov-Matic]
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Yo, you pack that little ass gun like Harlem Nights
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After we brawl and fight, yo bitch I'ma ball tonight
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At shows we so tight we flow like it's one mic
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Raw underground, yo Don, tell em what that dough like
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[Diezzel Don]
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D. Don, I gets mine, and stay gettin it
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My thug mind'll brawl with rhymes and stay shittin it
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Check my shine, iced out platinum like your pendant
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V.I.P. ghetto nigga, hustlin and spendin
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Got bitches trickin tryin to get with me
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Got police, flock niggaz tryin to cop from me
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How many pouns you want, how many pounds you need?
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I cultivate, every block I go and drop seeds nigga
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I grow trees, niggaz know me, for bein low key
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That hustler from A.C.
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[Gov-Matic]
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I'm steady shittin on hoes, Grand Royal like the Green Eyed Bandit
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Jump straight in the Lex offa New Jersey transit
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Let my man spit that Don shit
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Gov-Matic spit that shit that's toxic, I rock shit
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It's that hot shit like Busta Bust got
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plus I bust glock, on pussies I trust not
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They get blown, burned like minutes on cell phone
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Bring the terror to your block like the toughest nigga from jail home
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And you dead gone when my squad come around
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We hella illa from Isabella to Downtown
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[Chorus]
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Close Ya Doorz
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