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Close Ya Doorz

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Close Ya Doorz

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Yo 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 his own, I'ma have this known from the door

I make niggaz 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 betta think twice girl

I'm untry-able, undeniable

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

R-O-Z, 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, get your shit popped locked and stolen

Step back I'm holdin, bitches be rollin

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 whateva, do what I gotta to get the chedda

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

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

Talkin bout you used to rob niggaz with pump shotties

I know you love club music nigga, but you ain't got a jack in your body

You fake ass niggaz, gettin screened like a short pass

And if you incorrect, I'ma diamond cut your bastard ass

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

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

Yo niggaz, shut your windows and close ya doorz

Comin straight from Da Brick City (2X)

[Young Z]

Yo, here I come

Yo, yeah, yo YEAH (C'mon 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 nuttin 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 niggaz can't fuck with Bricks

While you scrubbin dishes, we puffin Swishers

Fuckin 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 niggaz 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-Matic]

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 gettin it

My thug mind'll brawl with rhymes and stay shittin it

Check my shine, iced out platinum like your pendant

V.I.P. ghetto nigga, hustlin and spendin

Got bitches trickin tryin to get with me

Got police, flock niggaz tryin to cop from me

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

I cultivate, every block I go and drop seeds nigga

I grow trees, niggaz know me, for bein low key

That hustler from A.C.

[Gov-Matic]

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

Gov-Matic 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 around

We hella illa from Isabella to Downtown

[Chorus]

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