Cloze Ya Doorz

[Intro: Redman & Roz] Pssh Yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo, yo (Uh, one time for your mind) Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Check it out Introducing... The international... Worldwide... Brick City... [Verse 1: Roz, Redman & Both] To each his own, I'mma have this known from the door (Ha) I make niggas walk like ball four (In your face! Haha...) Y'all score game down the block, for me it's hip-hop Around the clock, critical I'm bound to drop (Stop...) You ain't know I'm nice girl, you's a Wannabe Like the Spice Girls, you betta think twice girl I'm untry-able (Ha) Undeniable (Ha) Won't be held liable for givin knots that's untie-able R-O-Z (Haha) Recognize my name Rap G.I. Jane rockin' colorful wide frames Straight from Newark we Brick layers, Na Na slayers Don't play I coach and pick players In Da Bricks (Ha) Get your shit popped locked and stolen Step back I'm holdin', bitches be rollin' Ghetto style (Huh) I'mma stay that ripper (Huh) Tryin to get cash out the ass like a stripper [Verse 2: Double O & Redman] Dub O, I'm down for whateva, do what I gotta to get the cheddar (Ha!) Fuck takin over cities, we conquered galaxies and better I was put here to crush CD's and wreck tapes Make a false move, I put this whole fuckin' planet in checkmate Hell with this, we takin over the spot (Uh-huh) I don't like to, but I will resort to the Glock The whole camp is sick, you can't do nuttin' but like it It's like when you drown, your ass sink quicker if you fight it (Haha) Talkin' 'bout you used to rob niggas with pump shotties (Ha) I know you a club music nigga, but you ain't got a jack in your body You fake ass niggas, gettin' screened like a short pass And if you incorrect, I'mma diamond cut your bastard ass You got mind control over me like Deebo but you ain't my friend (Hah) Cause when I'm around you be quiet but when I leave you be talkin' again But we gonna do it how you want 'cause I'm widdit to brawl with you Now what if I put your bitch ass in a headlock and fall witchu [Hook: Dr. Trevis, Young Zee & Redman] Yo niggas, shut your windows and close ya doorz (Close that nigga!) Yo! Ha... (Comin' straight from the Brick City) Yo niggas, shut your windows and close ya doorz (Yo) (Yeah man, come-yeah, yeah, YEAH!) (Comin' straight from the Brick City) Yo, c'mon Zee! [Verse 3: Young Zee, Redman & Both] Your bitch said aliens raped her and her four friends But it was all the Outz, we dressed up as Martians When I, crack a brew it's nuttin' else I'd rather do (Ha) Hop out a cab or two to your avenue to battle you Your style get ate like Italian steak (Haha) Then I get Red to sell you achey or pound of shake (Shake) Y'all can open up wide and suck this dick None of y'all niggas can't fuck with Bricks (Bricks...) While you scrubbin dishes, we puffin Swishers Fuckin' women ends up in the Benz trunk with switches (Yeah!) We cop sixty-three nigs (Ah-ha) One from every spot, blunts be mystery mix (Yo) We got, spots, all my niggas stay in Bricks (Ah-ha) While y'all stash clips in bags of Bar-B-Q potato chips Plus your main honey loved us (Right here!) Slip her some bom-ba she'll fuck twenty of us [Verse 4: Gov-Matic & Redman] Yo, you pack that little ass gun like Harlem Nights (Ah hah!) After we brawl and fight (Ha!) Yo, bitch I'mma ball tonight At shows we so tight we flow like it's one mic (Hah) Raw underground, yo Don, tell em what that dough like [Verse 5: Diezzel Don & Redman] D. Don, I gets mine (Yeah) And stay gettin' it My thug mind'll brawl with rhymes and stay shittin' it (Haha) Check my shine, iced out platinum like your pendant (Wooo...) V.I.P. ghetto nigga, hustlin' and spendin' Got bitches trickin' tryna get with me (Yeah!) Got police, flockin' niggas tryin' to cop from me (*Barking*) How many pounds you want; how many pounds you need? (C'mon) I cultivate, every block I go and drop seeds nigga I grow trees, niggas know me (Yeah) For bein' low key That hustler from A.C [Verse 6: Gov-Matic & Redman] I'm steady shittin on hoes, Grand Royal like the Green Eyed Bandit Jump straight in the Lex offa New Jersey transit Let my man spit that Don shit (Yo, say that shit) Gov-Matic spit that shit that's toxic, I rock shit (Ha) It's that hot shit like Busta Bust got Plus I bust Glock (Bop!) On pussies I trust not (Blooow!) They get blown (Ha), burned like minutes on cell phone Bring the terror to your block like the toughest nigga from jail home (Haha) And you dead gone when my squad come round (Woop!) We hella illa from Isabella to Downtown... (Yeah) [Outro] (Comin' straight from the Brick City) Let's give a nice round of applause for the Brick City! (Comin' straight from the Brick City) (Comin' straight from the Brick City) (Comin' st-straight from the Brick City) [Skit] This is DJ Say-Whaaaat, and we gonna bless y'all right now with a new cut by Redman, "I Don't Kare", on W-Fuck-All-Y'all-Radio!