[Intro: Redman]
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Brick City, yo
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[Verse 1: Redman]
Yo, yo Funk Doc straight lunatic since young
I ate paint chips the rare moon
That pair mics, my maintenance
I battle you and then me and Meth exchange shifts
For money, to your house arrest anklet
I take it all, if not, here's a thousand
Bricks, be shooting fair ones with bail bonds men
I'm constant, on that paper chase
Blow zip codes from bricks to 8-1-8
Doc serve til you lickin' the plate
Battle royal, in the ring smoking like Doc out of oil
Fire thrown to the roof of you apartment
Hit 95 then I hide with the Waltons
Down South, the forty-four feela
I'm a Dolo nigga, you a Polo nigga
I'm an Uptown shopper, you a Soho nigga
Westside highway running, homo nigga
[Verse 2: LL Cool J & Method Man, both]
I'm the sultan of the ghetto
The homicidal aficionado
I empty niggas out like Cristal bottles (Uh)
When I battle, I'm breakin' Bentleys down to gravel
I got the heat right here, we ain't got to travel
I'm bigger than producers (Uh), I figured out you losers
I know my longevity confuse ya
Big paper games, come on run into these flames
Recognize the power of the royal King James
Phantom Menace, that's why niggas make faces like they drinkin' Guinness (Uh)
When they realize I'm not finished
I been paid, been platinum, been spittin' (Uh)
Been eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm shittin'
Platinum links, chinky-eyed blonde haired honeys sippin' rainbow colored drinks
Black thugs in white minks, ready to jack the brink
Bend your little wifey over (Yea), help her stretch out (Yea) the kinks
That's why ya'll niggas freeze when I step up in the buildin'
The Godfather's here giving blessings to his children (Uh)
Carats shine, the world all mine
Can't believe these cats is poppin' shit about papers in they rhymes
Or bodies they collect, black Gotti shottie, techs
Them gangsta visions'll have you ass up in an ambulance
Cats ain't live, look up in my eyes, we could do this one more time, I'll let you decide
The Alize swigger (Uh), I clock twelve figgas (Uh)
Think Giuliani's rough I got some real shit for niggas
Never been defeated, niggas retreated
Made the choice to be seated 'till my mission's completed
Get loose, get loose, Method Man get loose
What the world gon' do when my dogs get loose?
(Blaze one) Blaze one (Blaze one) Blaze One
Blaze, blaze, blaze one
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Brick City, yo
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[Verse 1: Redman]
Yo, yo Funk Doc straight lunatic since young
I ate paint chips the rare moon
That pair mics, my maintenance
I battle you and then me and Meth exchange shifts
For money, to your house arrest anklet
I take it all, if not, here's a thousand
Bricks, be shooting fair ones with bail bonds men
I'm constant, on that paper chase
Blow zip codes from bricks to 8-1-8
Doc serve til you lickin' the plate
Battle royal, in the ring smoking like Doc out of oil
Fire thrown to the roof of you apartment
Hit 95 then I hide with the Waltons
Down South, the forty-four feela
I'm a Dolo nigga, you a Polo nigga
I'm an Uptown shopper, you a Soho nigga
Westside highway running, homo nigga
[Verse 2: LL Cool J & Method Man, both]
I'm the sultan of the ghetto
The homicidal aficionado
I empty niggas out like Cristal bottles (Uh)
When I battle, I'm breakin' Bentleys down to gravel
I got the heat right here, we ain't got to travel
I'm bigger than producers (Uh), I figured out you losers
I know my longevity confuse ya
Big paper games, come on run into these flames
Recognize the power of the royal King James
Phantom Menace, that's why niggas make faces like they drinkin' Guinness (Uh)
When they realize I'm not finished
I been paid, been platinum, been spittin' (Uh)
Been eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm shittin'
Platinum links, chinky-eyed blonde haired honeys sippin' rainbow colored drinks
Black thugs in white minks, ready to jack the brink
Bend your little wifey over (Yea), help her stretch out (Yea) the kinks
That's why ya'll niggas freeze when I step up in the buildin'
The Godfather's here giving blessings to his children (Uh)
Carats shine, the world all mine
Can't believe these cats is poppin' shit about papers in they rhymes
Or bodies they collect, black Gotti shottie, techs
Them gangsta visions'll have you ass up in an ambulance
Cats ain't live, look up in my eyes, we could do this one more time, I'll let you decide
The Alize swigger (Uh), I clock twelve figgas (Uh)
Think Giuliani's rough I got some real shit for niggas
Never been defeated, niggas retreated
Made the choice to be seated 'till my mission's completed
Get loose, get loose, Method Man get loose
What the world gon' do when my dogs get loose?
(Blaze one) Blaze one (Blaze one) Blaze One
Blaze, blaze, blaze one
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