The Bricks - Outsidaz

See me in a wool cap, black boots, takin' Prozac

Gives me a rush like a full back

When my niggas wild out they don’t act human

I punch out gorillas lookin' like Pat Ewing

Pull out the gat, clap to it;

no protection from the blow

Smith & Wesson turn your bulletproof vest into a robe

On another level, dig it, with the metal spitted

Beef got settled with it, roam the ghetto (?) rockin' devil fitteds

Yeah, Axe…

Underneath their ski masks haters be mad

See me in the green Jag' playin' Sega Dreamcast

Sometimes I be on some He-Man shit

Pilted up, more sticks than tree branches

We can’t miss

Ill like Arabic soldiers, bustin' shots at cop cars

Blowin' shit up, yellin' «Allahu akbar»

Hardcore cats, gettin' dough like pop stars

Ski pulled out the Glock, turned your block to hot tar

Now, before the beef get any further

I make y’all C-Murder like Master P’s brother

I pack a 4−4 nozzle that’s so-so-colossal

Now when I cock it back it’ll blast off both nostrils

This for Springfield, Chadwick, Hawthorne, 18th 16th, Avon, 13th Ave.

Bricks, Bricks!

Shit is crazy in the Bricks!

Bricks, Bricks!

We be wildin' in the Bricks!

Chancelor, Bergen, Clinton, Hyde St

Stratford, Newport, Wacker Ave!

Bricks, Bricks!

Shit is crazy in the Bricks!

Bricks, Bricks!

We be wildin' in the Bricks!

In the Bricks I get drunk and hang warriors

Plus there’s more than four of us;

y’all can ride assorted nuts

I make niggas trade places like Mortimer

Slaughter 'em 'til their house boarded and girl’s been fucked

We be ridin' through your block slow, like 5−0

And hit up your Tahoe with more shots than Dialo

Call me Nawshis, poison’s my blood

I’m more than a thug and iller than the boys in your hood

Gats, you know I ride aimin' 'em, gray titanium

Buttin' niggas over the fist in Shea Staduim

Ever since the raid I gotta wait because I wave the gun

Save the lump, Outz blazin' up with laminated rum

Comin' through the back door

Nawshis spits like chewin' tobacco, two in your backbone

I’m tweakin' lungs like Cheech & Chong’s (?) bong

Y’all ain’t seein' mine like Peeping Tom bein' blind

Boys, you’ll lose if you ain’t glocked up, payin' your dues

Plus the college don’t fuck with the neighborhood schools

Got tools, better sleep with a pair

Cause Brick layers start sprayin' right after early mornin' prayer

Catch us swervin', son;

chickens chirpin' from me workin' 'em

Sippin' Bourbon rum, not givin' a fuck like a virgin nun

You herbs is done when I start releasin'

Call the preist in;

I got a indecent art of beefin'

One Deuce, Bruce, 7th, Park

Peddleton, Bradley, Southport Ave.

Bricks, Bricks!

We be wildin' in the Bricks!

Bricks, Bricks!

Shit is crazy in the Bricks!

Brauden, Market, Irving, Turner

Prince, Mt. Prospect, Fairview Ave.

Bricks, Bricks!

We be wildin' in the Bricks!

Bricks, Bricks!

Shit is crazy in the Bricks!

Yeah, this Newark, the Jerusalem slum

Take your cake, you get none, not a crumb

Should’ve came to the Bricks packed with a gun

Instead my dogs made you back up and run

Yeah, cause shit is crazy in the Bricks!

Bricks, Bricks!

We be wildin' in the Bricks!

Bricks, Bricks!

Shit is crazy in the Bricks!

Bricks, Bricks!

We be wildin' in the Bricks!

Yeah, SS County, yeah, 07 104 goin' down, or up!

Irvington, Newark!

Yeah, owww!