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Redman

Genres: Hip-Hop

Close Ya Doorz Lyrics - Redman

[RedMan] {intro} 

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo check it out 

Introducing, the International, Worldwide, Brick City 

[Roz] 

To each's own, I'ma have this known from the door 

I make niggas walk like ball four 

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, youse a Wannabe 

Like the Spice Girls, you better think twice girl 

I'm untry-able, undeniable 

Won't be held liable for giving knots that's untie-able 

R-O-Z, recognize my name 

Rap G.I. Jane rocking colorful wide frames 

Straight from Newark we Brick layers, Na Na slayers 

Don't play our coach and pick players in Da Bricks 

Get your shit popped locked and stolen 

Step back I'm holding, bitches be rolling 

Ghetto style, I'ma stay that ripper 

Tryin to get cash out the ass like a stripper 

[Tame One] 

Dub O, I'm down for whatever 

Do what I gotta to get the cheddar 

Fuck taking 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 fucking planet in checkmate 

Hell with this, we taking over the spot 

I don't like to, but I will resort to the glock 

The whole camp is sick, you can't do nothing but like it 

It's like when you drown, your ass sink quicker if you fight it 

Talking 'bout you used to rob niggas with pump shotty 

I know you love club music nigga 

But you ain't got a jack in your body 

You fake ass niggas, getting screened like a short pass 

And if you incorrect 

I'ma diamond cut your bastard ass 

You got mind control over me like Debo but you ain't my friend 

Cause when I'm around you be quiet but when I leave you be talking again 

But we gonna do it how you want cause I'm with it to brawl with you 

Now what if I put your bitch ass in a headlock and fall with you 

Y'all niggas, shut your windows and close ya doorz 

Coming straight from Da Brick City (2X) 

(C'mon Z) 

[Young-Z] 

Your bitch said aliens raped her and her four friends 

But it was all or outs, we dressed up as Martians 

When I, crack a brew it's nothing else I'd rather do 

Hop out a cab or two to your avenue to battle you 

Your style get ate like Italian steak 

Then I get Red to sell you achey or a pound of shake 

Y'all can open up wide and suck this dick 

None of y'all niggas can fuck with Bricks 

While you scrubbing dishes, we puffing swishes 

Fucking women ends up in the Benz trunk with switches 

We cop sixty-three nigs 

One from every spot, blunts be mystery mix 

We got, spots, all my niggas stay in Bricks 

While y'all stash clips in bags of Bar-B-Q potato chips 

Plus your main honey loved us 

Slip her some bom-ba she'll fuck twenty of us 

[Gov-Mattic] 

Yo, you pack that little ass gun like Harlem Nights 

After we brawl and fight, yo bitch I'ma ball tonight 

At shows we so tight we flow like it's one mic 

Raw underground, yo Don, tell em what that dough like 

[Diezzel Don] 

D. Don, I gets mine, and stay getting it 

My thug mind I'll brawl with rhymes 

And stay shitting it 

Check my shine, iced out platinum like your pendant 

V.I.P. ghetto nigga, hustling and spending 

Got bitches tricking trying to get with me 

Got police, flocking niggas trying to cop from me 

How many pounds you want, how many pounds you need? 

I cultivate, every block I go and drop seeds nigga 

I grow trees, niggas know me, for being low key 

That hustler from A.C. 

[Gov-Mattic] 

I'm steady shitting on hoes 

Grand Royal like the Green Eyed Bandit 

Jump straight in the Lex off a New Jersey transit 

Let my man spit that Don shit 

Gov-a-Mattic spit that shit that's toxic, I rock shit 

It's that hot shit like Busta Bust got 

Plus I bust glock, on pussies I trust not 

They get blown, burned like minutes on cell phone 

Bring the terror to your block like the toughest nigga from jail home 

And you dead gone when my squad come 'round 

We hella illa from Isabella to Downtown 

[outro] 

Coming straight from the Brick City (4x) 

(Let's give a next round of applause for the Brick City) 

 

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