Cloze Ya Doorz

[00:20.42] To each his own, I'ma have this known from the door
[00:23.35] I make niggaz walk like ball four
[00:25.40] Y'all score game down the block, for me it's hip-hop
[00:28.32] Around the clock, critical I'm bound to drop (stop)
[00:31.32] You ain't know I'm nice girl, youse a Wannabe
[00:33.55] Like the Spice Girls, you betta think twice girl
[00:36.03] I'm untry-able, undeniable
[00:38.25] Won't be held liable for givin knots that's untie-able
[00:41.34] R-O-Z, recognize my name
[00:43.60] Rap G.I. Jane rockin' colorful wide frames
[00:46.46] Straight from Newark we Brick layers, Na Na slayers
[00:49.52] Don't play I coach and pick players
[00:51.50] In Da Bricks, get your shit popped locked and stolen
[00:54.12] Step back I'm holdin', bitches be rollin'
[00:56.76] Ghetto style, I'ma stay that ripper
[00:59.34] Tryin' to get cash out the ass like a stripper
[01:01.64] Dub O, I'm down for whateva, do what I gotta to get the chedda
[01:04.34] Fuck takin' over cities, we conquered galaxies and better
[01:06.98] I was put here to crush CD's and wreck tapes
[01:09.56] Make a false move, I put this whole fuckin' planet in checkmate
[01:12.34] Hell with this, we takin' over the spot
[01:14.53] I don't like to, but I will resort to the glock
[01:17.23] The whole camp is sick, you can't do nuttin but like it
[01:19.89] It's like when you drown, your ass sink quicker if you fight it
[01:22.60] Talkin' bout you used to rob niggaz with pump shotties
[01:25.17] I know you love club music nigga, but you ain't got a jack in your body
[01:27.93] You fake ass niggaz, gettin' screened like a short pass
[01:30.64] And if you incorrect, I'ma diamond cut your bastard ass
[01:33.07] You got mind control over me like Deebo but you ain't my friend
[01:35.61] Cause when I'm around you be quiet but when I leave you be talkin' again
[01:38.42] But we gonna do it how you want cause I'm widdit to brawl with you
[01:40.92] Now what if I put your bitch ass in a headlock and fall witchu
[01:43.61] Yo niggaz, shut your windows and close ya doorz
[01:46.20] Comin' straight from Da Brick City
[01:49.06] Yo niggaz, shut your windows and close ya doorz
[01:52.25] Comin' straight from Da Brick City
[01:53.96] Your bitch said aliens raped her and her four friends
[01:56.78] But it was all the Outz, we dressed up as Martians
[01:59.36] When I, crack a brew it's nuttin' else I'd rather do
[02:01.84] Hop out a cab or two to your avenue to battle you
[02:04.64] Your style get ate like italian steak
[02:06.86] Then I get Red to sell you achey or a pound of shake
[02:09.58] Y'all can open up wide and suck this dick
[02:12.45] None of y'all niggaz can't fuck with Bricks
[02:14.90] While you scrubbin' dishes, we puffin Swishers
[02:17.68] Fuckin' women ends up in the Benz trunk with switches
[02:20.78] We cop sixty-three nigs
[02:22.78] One from every spot, blunts be mystery mix
[02:25.31] We got, spots, all my niggaz stay in Bricks
[02:27.95] While y'all stash clips in bags of Bar-B-Q potato chips
[02:31.42] Plus your main honey loved us
[02:33.58] Slip her some bom-ba she'll fuck twenty of us
[02:35.83] Yo, you pack that little ass gun like Harlem Nights
[02:38.24] After we brawl and fight, yo bitch I'ma ball tonight
[02:41.08] At shows we so tight we flow like it's one mic
[02:43.89] Raw underground, yo Don, tell em what that dough like
[02:46.68] D. Don, I gets mine, and stay gettin' it
[02:48.96] My thug mind'll brawl with rhymes and stay shittin' it
[02:51.56] Check my shine, iced out platinum like your pendant
[02:54.14] V.I.P. ghetto nigga, hustlin' and spendin'
[02:56.91] Got bitches trickin' tryin' to get with me
[02:59.11] Got police, flock niggaz tryin to cop from me
[03:01.78] How many pouns you want, how many pounds you need?
[03:04.26] I cultivate, every block I go and drop seeds nigga
[03:07.48] I grow trees, niggaz know me, for bein' low key
[03:10.76] That hustler from A.C.
[03:12.26] I'm steady shittin' on hoes, Grand Royal like the Green Eyed Bandit
[03:15.08] Jump straight in the Lex offa New Jersey transit
[03:17.93] Let my man spit that Don shit
[03:19.77] Gov-Matic spit that shit that's toxic, I rock shit
[03:23.15] It's that hot shit like Busta Bust got
[03:25.49] Plus I bust glock, on pussies I trust not
[03:28.11] They get blown, burned like minutes on cell phone
[03:30.80] Bring the terror to your block like the toughest nigga from jail home
[03:33.55] And you dead gone when my squad come around
[03:35.96] We hella illa from Isabella to Downtown