Redman - Cloze Ya Doorz lyrics

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 n***az 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 sh** popped locked and stolen Step back I'm holdin, b**hes be rollin Ghetto style, I'ma stay that ripper Tryin to get cash out the a** like a stripper (Tame One) Dub O, I'm down for whateva, do what I gotta to get the chedda f** 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 f**in 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 a** sink quicker if you fight it Talkin bout you used to rob n***az with pump shotties I know you love club music n***a, but you ain't got a jack in your body You fake a** n***az, gettin screened like a short pa** And if you incorrect, I'ma diamond cut your ba*tard a** You got mind control over me like Deebo 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 b**h a** in a headlock and fall witchu Yo n***az, 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 b**h said aliens raped her and her four friends But it was all the Outz, 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 s** this dick None of y'all n***az can't f** with Bricks While you scrubbin dishes, we puffin Swishers f**in 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 n***az 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 f** twenty of us (Gov-Matic) Yo, you pack that little a** gun like Harlem Nights After we brawl and fight, yo b**h 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 sh**tin it Check my shine, iced out platinum like your pendant V.I.P. ghetto n***a, hustlin and spendin Got b**hes trickin tryin to get with me Got police, flock n***az tryin to cop from me How many pouns you want, how many pounds you need? I cultivate, every block I go and drop seeds n***a I grow trees, n***az know me, for bein low key That hustler from A.C. (Gov-Matic) I'm steady sh**tin on hoes, Grand Royal like the Green Eyed Bandit Jump straight in the Lex offa New Jersey transit Let my man spit that Don sh** Gov-Matic spit that sh** that's toxic, I rock sh** It's that hot sh** 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 n***a from jail home And you dead gone when my squad come around We hella illa from Isabella to Downtown (Chorus)