This is WKYA Radio, you mother***ers

We got our next caller on the air, bitch, you on the line

Yo, this is Big Tracy and I don't give a ***, nigga

Give me some of that *** straight out of The Brick City

(Brick City) For my nigga, Guts

We was thinkin' about you on this one, Guts

Hold your head up, baby

We got you on this one For everybody from the block

Everybody from the crews

You know who you are, no newcomers

(Let 'em know, son, let 'em know, son)

This is how we do it, baby, open up on 'em, go ahead

(Let 'em know) Yo, when I DIP, Im VIP

I'm Doctor, I rush niggas to emergency

Open heart, filled with darts, 99 Agents

Know they Get Smart when I throw it in park Pop the trunk, sellin' CD's $15's for chumps

'Cause I'm like Noah's Ark from the slums

Holla' at cha frog, I'm getting them Bud

Like them frogs on the log, I'm balls to the wall When I do anything, nothing's hard

I make it easy and talk greasy to broads

Gilla, say my name 5 times in the mirror

I'm jumpin' out, whoa You can hear the

Sounds of the mother***in' men

Tryin' to get your chain, tryin' to get your chain

Flush this down the drain I'm the new raw on the streets

You can get 10 years per each song

Catch a contact, what I write from the arm

Now little white kids bring pipes to the prom I was supposed to quit

Be an influence

But, the weed is like Nike

I just do it I'm ET zooted, way out there

You got weed? Then roll with the Sonny and Cher

Suffering succotash, I leave you suckers sufferin'

Huffin', puffin', at last This is Brick City, hear the gunshots

Where they hate cops, on every block there's a weed spot

This is Brick City, hear the gun jam

If you don't run family with a suntan This is Brick City, hear the gun spit

Niggas jump ship when we spit, 'cause we run ***

Play pussy wit' us and get ***ed quick

Who got the duchess? Yo, I keep the ghetto in me, I love the sweet taste of revenge

I'm focused, my soul's been cleansed

Now I know who the enemy and who the friend

But still, with my eyes closed they both blend I'm not a follower, I start the trend

Y'all can follow that dummy, I'mma follow this money

Now I'm at the age, where I need to get paid

If a nickel bag gets sold in the park, hey Did I stutter? I got the guns and butter

My craftwork be movin' the numbers

I keep a Roscoe like Kurupt brother

Hang out my window, blaow, what up, ***er? Violence sells, but I ain't a violent male

But if you violate, I'll play the violin well

From Bricks to Park Hill

Don't be like Zoolander waitin' for that Blue Steel

To be shown on your grill This is Brick City, hear the gunshots

Where they hate cops, on every block there's a weed spot

This is Brick City, hear the gun jam

If you don't run family with a suntan This is Brick City, hear the gun spit,

Niggas jump ship when we spit, 'cause we run ***

Play pussy wit' us and get ***ed quick

Who got the duchess? Yo, right here, yeah

The Gilla House niggas in the mother***in buildin, mayne

Goddamn, nigga, big nuts uptown, 512 what it is mayne?

WKYA, Gilla House radio