[Produced by Redman]
[Intro]
Word?
Heh… Hah, hah-hah, hehe
East Coast, hahaha, West Coast, heh
Ayo, nigga, aye you better bust yo’ ass, motherfucker
All my country, funky motherfuckers!
Haha!
[Verse 1]
To my no good niggas and my no good bitches
Sorry if I left somebody leavin’ out with stitches
Seems y’all too grown for ya britches
Enslaved your mind like cotton pickers for runnin’ wit some rotten niggas
I get raw to the core with hardcore metaphors
Resevoir Dog style, truly yours
Yes, I be the slug up in your chest
Then you wonder why you can’t feel the full strength of cigarettes
My nationality is brutality
I got the gun up under your leather nigga so walk casually
You’d be surprised how much info you can get
For a bottle of crack to find yo’ punk ass and yo’ kinfolks
Plus, that crew you run with is butt
I was dusted one day when I made your man choke up
Rappers comin to New Jersey and be gettin fucked up (Uh)
Talkin about where they from and shit when dem sons ain’t runnin’ shit
And god forbid you do a show in da Bricks
You’d swear you was flying how we bring so much turbulence
I keep your nervous level high nigga (Hah…)
You better kiss your son and daughter, tell em bye nigga
When we creep
[Hook]
They say it’s wild in the Bricks after sundown
Creepin’ on you niggas, creepin’ on you fools
They say it’s wild in the Bricks after sundown
Creepin’ on you niggas, creepin’ on you bitches
They say it’s wild in the Bricks after sundown
Creepin’ on you niggas, creepin’ on you fools
They say it’s wild in the Bricks after sundown
Creepin’ on you stink bitches and you stinkin’ motherfuckers (Hah)
[Verse 2]
I give respect to all my Willy niggas with the Rolex
Shinin baguettes, flashin cash and dumpin Moets
Especially when my royalty check is late, I don’t hesitate
I scoop up Keith, and see who’s flashin at the Palla-
-dium, hide your weed niggas cause here I come
Lookin bummy for low profile, so loud MC’s overlook me
I slip the bartender some raw
Just to tell me how much cash and Dom P you pour
Huh, I should start robbin rappers in the industry
If we ain’t clickin then I’m engineerin your injuries
Forty-eight tracks of automatic and mac’s
Lyrically splat-datted till your mentality blacks
And I don’t give a fuck if you did thirty bids
Still I bring you Ecstasy like I’m the rapper Jalil
Blaow blaow blaow, lickin shots for your fuckin
Mind, I got you niggas duckin out like I’m one-time
Or five-oh, po-po, I drive hoes nutty
Like I be doin security at my live shows
Your A&R is a punk, he got you gassed
When I brutally smash any contender in my weight class
Aiyyo Twinz yo this nigga got jewels
(Hold that nigga while I rob this fool) Hah, haha
When we creep
[Hook]
They say it’s wild in the Bricks after sundown
Creepin’ on you rappers, creepin’ on you fools
They say it’s wild in the Bricks after sundown
Creepin’ on you bitches, creepin’ on you niggas
They say it’s wild in the Bricks after sundown
Creepin’ on you rappers, creepin’ on you niggas
They say it’s wild in the Bricks after sundown
Creepin’ on you niggas, creepin’ on you fools
They say it’s wild in the Bricks after sundown
They say it’s wild in the Bricks after sundown
They say it’s wild in the Bricks after sundown
They say it’s wild in the Bricks after sundown
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