Yeah, Brick City

Yeah, Gilla, yo, gilla Yo, Brick City, when it comes to grabbin' steel

You could post me down low like Shaq O'Neil

You'll be spittin' what I spit when the day is over

Tryin' to be me in the mirror, sayin' it over Yeah, he's all right, but you not real

I'm a dog, s*** I eat the food I steal

Floors ain't dirty enough

My game is like carryin' shotguns and 21 rough Doctor, I'm like the war on drugs

I don't stop, I'm all night vampire blood

Underground chud, since a kid

I finger painted in the mud, with dirty work gloves I'm in yo' college campus corridor

You should call me Uno, the way I draw four

Brick City law, strip to your drawers

Boy now I can pick up two pair from the mall It's time for Doc to check yo' a*** n***

It ain't hard, it's an easy pass n***

For the paper, I'm offendin' neighbors

Runnin' my label out an old Winnebago n*** Ooh, shoulda knew that we gon' bring that funk to you

(Yeah, the Brick City dawgs, yeah, holla at your frogs)

Gilla House, is comin' through and Wutchoogonnado

(Uptown Jersey, Brooklyn) Shh, Gilla, Gilla, Gilla, Gilla

Yo, uh, oh, Redman back in your town

You'll get drug n*** like wedding gowns

After 12, whattup to Dogg Pound I roll out, like my earrings got ball bearings

Give me a Grammy to show my mammy

How I smash these Raggedy Ann and Andy's

I prove that I never left the street I just knew I had to come back, with extra heat for y'all

B-More are ya ready? Colorado are ya ready?

I'm at your neck like a Doberman mouth

With like 40 m*** out the covenant house, ya heard? Gilla house in the circuit

And how we do it on purpose, only way to surface

Def Squad is the foundation

Three dawgs attached to 98 Dalmatians Yeah, where them gilla niggaz out at night

You better run 'til you see the light, light

Yo, I know I had you waitin'

But death was chasin' me and my eight friends for Final Destination Ooh, shoulda knew that we gon' bring that funk to you

(Yeah, yeah, yo E-Dub, this is hot nigga)

Gilla house, is comin' through and Wutchoogonnado

(Yeah, Brick City, Milwaukee, California where ya at?) Okay now, take off your shirt and relax

Let all your tensions out, just relax, just relax, just relax

(Gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla) Yo, I keep my ears to the street 'cause that's my job

But even the streets can steer you wrong

I'm walkin' with one man above me

Nuttin' on my waist, but if it's on you hearin' the palm You forgot I'm ten years deep and out them ten years

I got two weeks of sleep and caffeine free

Amazin' right? I got a street team

That'll get paid to snipe Yeah, by any means, I'm behind the curtain

My Betty Shabazz, hope I make it home, I invade alone

Catch you in the truck, babblin' on the phone

I miss you, I stick up your chaperone's It's a dirty dog world, say it louder

Every Friday I'm bein' chased by Craig's father

That's why I'm on the low like pro

And my file is too hi tech to call next I got a heart the size of John Q's son

And on the mic, I'm him times two of 'em

Y'all n*** get your s*** together

'Cause gilla house n***, prepare for whatever You, you shoulda knew that we gon' bring

Got to bring that funk to you, to you

That gilla house is comin' through

And what you b*** a*** n*** gonna do, do, do, do, do, ohh, ohh You and you and you, you shoulda knew

That we got to bring that funk to you, you, you

Gilla house is comin' through

And what your crew gonna do, do, do, do, do, do

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do