Bricks Two
Redman Lyrics


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Hey man, hey man, yeah go 'head with that man
Just rhymin over here man
Hey go 'head, go get drunk nigga
Ayyy, go smoke yo' weed nigga
Yo, go drink yo' forty motherfuckaaaah
It's Brick City dawgs over here
We gon' take it down like this, yo, D-Don, Don..
[D-Don]
It's bone-afficial my nizzle
D-Don got issues, and a type team that dismiss you
Oh boy! I gets more +Chips+ than +Ahoy!+
I got toys that deploy, I just aim and destroy
I keeps it gully in a bonafide skully
I ain't never had a hit but still get props like Nelly
I'm platinum in streets I got, love in the streets
And I'm more underground than your, basement concrete
Braids in my hair, gold still in my teeth
Still, bringin the beef if you're, bringin me grief
I, rat-a-tat-tat it like one-two one-two
Cock my shit back and let off on your whole crew
I'm Brick City baby twenty-fo'/seven
A project nigga that's, tryin to see heaven
I done ran through hell with gasoline drawers on (AOWW!)
I'm the portrait of a hustler, and once again it's on
I still got money buried in my back yard
I'm Bumpy like Johnson, they call me D-Don
My shit's so dope when you smoke you nod
And I spit that shit that leave you holy like the song

[Pacewon]
Yo.. we from the place where they pump out D and steal cars
Kids wild wave at you and smile you feel large
Like they cut, and you got the power to heal scars
Never down cause the underground crown is still large
See I rap for a livin, probably rap 'til I die
If you dope, where you been at? Your raps is a lie
I'm all real, the one, the raw deal
Do tour, come home, do a flick for four mill'
What the hardcore heads on the block would call ill
Never catch me at the ball-out spot with small bills
Innovative rapper, rhyme in new ways
When I spit niggaz cough up blood for two days
Never catch me with material girls, they fugaz'
Rather bounce with a short chickenhead in blue shades
'Til the day I'm rich like Bruce Wayne
I'ma kick raps like pimps blew game
Ridin through your block with six new chains on
Pullin over droppin H-bombs
No doubt I got it locked Sanford Ave. to Penn Station
Chancellor to Central a thousand men waitin

[Chorus - 2X w/ minor variations]
Jersey that's whassup (whassup yo?)
You heard me light the Dutch (smokin weed)
Rock on like what the fuck (what the fuck?)
Jersey that's whassup, Brick City

[Roz]
Fuckin with me is a close call out of my crew
Don't try it I fuckin roast y'all, you and your co-stars
Next up to bat, I done had enough of cats
Blast tracks like what the fuck was that?
Roz spit rawness
State to state, hood streets and block corners
Rhymes hold so much weight, the feds on us
Lot of niggaz didn't wanna see me last
But I won't stop just slow down like Easy Pass
Back up and give the are room
Or we gon' brawl worse than cartoons in bar rooms
In my city they don't pop they collar
Cats that do, get shot drop and holla
I'm from the be-are-I, see-K-S
And my, squad is hot, any beef they bless
Any, squad that test gon' meet they death
Ask yourself, do you really need that stress?

[Shooga Bear]
Aiyyo, I project my voice so it's right in the crowd
There's a sign at the door, no bitin allowed
Plus the blows that I throw bring a light in the sound
So whoever want the drama I'm invitin them now
Phenomenal shit, spit 'til my abdominal split
Plus combined lines so minds demolish a click
Still burn MC's like Everclear, never fear
With razor sharp skills so ill they, sever ears
Hard to the roots a hundred proof with no chaser
Scarves and some boots a hundred troops with chrome bangers
Now rock with me, I spray blocks with glock fifties
Still when I spit I flip like Spock sent me
And never gave a fuck what a rapper grossed
But if they, brag and boast I'ma clap the toast
Y'all can analyze this, watch me paralyze clicks
And sabotage y'all, I ain't a fan of y'all shit

[Chorus]

[Double O]
I'm a nasty ass disease, and now I got ya mouth celibate
I'm a direct descendant of Hannibal's elephants
That's word to mother, them damn jokes is over
You gon' run your mouth like a motor 'til I fuck up the rotor
It's Double O again, still runnin, still gunnin
It's like I got a cast-iron dick, I'm still cummin
Talkin that killer shit like you blood raw
And ain't even did ten minutes in the back of a squad car
Be big niggaz to they weak, I'm true to the streets
Y'all niggaz is half-assed like one booty cheek
I'm (??), y'all is Swiss Miss
My camp'll make your army pull back like a slipped disc
It be the Bricks again, with me with them steel rods
It ain't right unless Shane, Tariq, and Raouf Nayim is involved
I did ery'thang from robberies to dope
And y'all just lie about it, like it's a big-ass joke
Playin like kids, I think you want me to spank you
Ninety-nine on the charts with a ship anchor on your ankle
And if you niggaz don't like what I say
I'm in Newark on Market and Hasley e'ry fuckin day

[Redman]
Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, slow down nigga
Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, sip yo' liquor




Yo Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, slow down nigga
Yo Brick City muh'fucka..

Overall Meaning

The song "Bricks Two" features various rappers from Brick City, New Jersey, including Redman, D-Don, Pacewon, Roz, Shooga Bear, and Double O. The lyrics focus on the tough street life of Brick City and how the rappers have survived and thrived in that environment. The opening verse introduces the themes of drinking, smoking, and partying, followed by each rapper taking a turn showcasing their unique style and experiences.


D-Don boasts about his success and street credibility, despite never having a mainstream hit, while Pacewon raps about staying true to his roots and taking pride in his underground status. Roz delivers raw and powerful lyrics about her aggressive approach to competition and survival on the streets, while Shooga Bear shows off his impressive wordplay and rhyming skills. Double O comes in with a no-nonsense attitude and aggressive rhymes, while Redman ties it all together with his signature flow and appreciation for his hometown.


Overall, the song presents a gritty yet celebratory view of life in Brick City, with each rapper adding their unique perspective.


Line by Line Meaning

It's bone-afficial my nizzle
It's absolutely beneficial, my friend


D-Don got issues, and a type team that dismiss you
D-Don has problems, but he has a team that will ignore you


Oh boy! I gets more +Chips+ than +Ahoy!+
Oh boy! I earn more money than anyone else


I got toys that deploy, I just aim and destroy
I have weapons that I can use to cause destruction


I keeps it gully in a bonafide skully
I keep it real and authentic in a hat


I ain't never had a hit but still get props like Nelly
Even though I haven't had a hit song, I still receive praise like Nelly


I'm platinum in streets I got, love in the streets
I'm highly regarded and respected in the neighborhood


And I'm more underground than your, basement concrete
I'm even more unknown than something buried deep in your basement


Braids in my hair, gold still in my teeth
I have braids in my hair and gold teeth


Still, bringin the beef if you're, bringin me grief
I will start a conflict if you cause me trouble


I, rat-a-tat-tat it like one-two one-two
I shoot rapidly like a machine gun


Cock my shit back and let off on your whole crew
I prepare my weapon and shoot at your entire group


I'm Brick City baby twenty-fo'/seven
I'm from Brick City all day, every day


A project nigga that's, tryin to see heaven
I come from the projects and I'm striving for a better life


I done ran through hell with gasoline drawers on (AOWW!)
I have experienced extreme difficulties


I'm the portrait of a hustler, and once again it's on
I embody the characteristics of a hustler, and I'm ready for action


I still got money buried in my back yard
I still have hidden money in my backyard


I'm Bumpy like Johnson, they call me D-Don
I have a rough and tough demeanor, they call me D-Don


My shit's so dope when you smoke you nod
My music is so good that it makes you nod your head


And I spit that shit that leave you holy like the song
And I rap in a way that leaves you amazed like a religious hymn


Yo.. we from the place where they pump out D and steal cars
We come from a neighborhood where drug dealing and car theft are common


Kids wild wave at you and smile you feel large
Kids in the neighborhood show respect by greeting you with excitement


Like they cut, and you got the power to heal scars
They see you as someone who can fix their problems and make them feel better


Never down cause the underground crown is still large
I'm always confident because my underground reputation is still strong


See I rap for a livin, probably rap 'til I die
I make a living from rapping and I will probably continue doing it until I die


If you dope, where you been at? Your raps is a lie
If you're talented, where have you been? Your raps are not truthful


I'm all real, the one, the raw deal
I'm authentic, the one who offers a genuine experience


Do tour, come home, do a flick for four mill'
I go on tour, come back home, and make a movie that earns four million dollars


What the hardcore heads on the block would call ill
What the dedicated hip-hop fans in the neighborhood would consider impressive


Never catch me at the ball-out spot with small bills
You will never see me with only small amounts of money at the extravagant places


Innovative rapper, rhyme in new ways
I'm a creative rapper who comes up with new styles


When I spit niggaz cough up blood for two days
When I rap, it has such an impact that people are left stunned for days


Never catch me with material girls, they fugaz'
You will never see me with superficial women, they are fake


Rather bounce with a short chickenhead in blue shades
I prefer to hang out with a promiscuous girl wearing sunglasses


'Til the day I'm rich like Bruce Wayne
Until the day I become wealthy like Bruce Wayne (Batman)


I'ma kick raps like pimps blew game
I will deliver my rhymes with confidence and authority


Ridin through your block with six new chains on
I'm driving through your neighborhood with six new gold chains


Pullin over droppin H-bombs
Causing major disruption and chaos


No doubt I got it locked Sanford Ave. to Penn Station
There's no question that I have control over the entire area


Chancellor to Central a thousand men waitin
From Chancellor Avenue to Central Avenue, a thousand men are eagerly waiting


Jersey that's whassup (whassup yo?)
That's what's happening in New Jersey


You heard me light the Dutch (smokin weed)
You heard me light the marijuana blunt


Rock on like what the fuck (what the fuck?)
Continue to party and have a good time


Fuckin with me is a close call out of my crew
Messing with me is a dangerous situation for anyone in my group


Don't try it I fuckin roast y'all, you and your co-stars
Don't even attempt to challenge me because I will completely destroy you and your accomplices


Next up to bat, I done had enough of cats
I'm next in line to take action, I'm tired of dealing with certain individuals


Blast tracks like what the fuck was that?
I release songs that shock and surprise people


Roz spit rawness
Roz raps with authenticity and rawness


State to state, hood streets and block corners
I perform everywhere, from different states to local neighborhoods


Rhymes hold so much weight, the feds on us
My lyrics have a significant impact, even the authorities are monitoring us


Lot of niggaz didn't wanna see me last
There were many people who didn't want me to succeed


But I won't stop just slow down like Easy Pass
But I won't give up, I'll just take a break like a toll booth payment system


Back up and give the are room
Step back and create some space


Or we gon' brawl worse than cartoons in bar rooms
Or we will fight and cause more chaos than animated characters in a bar


In my city they don't pop they collar
In my city, people don't wear their collars popped


Cats that do, get shot drop and holla
Those who do, get shot and scream in pain


I'm from the be-are-I, see-K-S
I'm from the BRI, CKS (Brick City)


And my, squad is hot, any beef they bless
My group is skilled and ready to take on any conflict


Any, squad that test gon' meet they death
Any group that challenges us will face their demise


Ask yourself, do you really need that stress?
Question yourself, do you truly want to face the consequences of provoking us?


Aiyyo, I project my voice so it's right in the crowd
I speak loudly and clearly so that everyone can hear me


There's a sign at the door, no bitin allowed
There's a rule that says you can't copy or imitate my style


Plus the blows that I throw bring a light in the sound
My punches are so powerful that they create a visual impact


So whoever want the drama I'm invitin them now
So anyone who wants to start trouble, I'm challenging them right now


Phenomenal shit, spit 'til my abdominal split
I rap phenomenally, I continue until I'm physically exhausted


Plus combined lines so minds demolish a click
The combination of my lyrics are so impactful that they destroy entire groups


Still burn MC's like Everclear, never fear
I still defeat other rappers effortlessly, I have no fear


With razor sharp skills so ill they, sever ears
With my incredibly impressive skills, I shock and amaze listeners


Hard to the roots a hundred proof with no chaser
I represent the essence of hip-hop, pure and unadulterated


Scarves and some boots a hundred troops with chrome bangers
I wear scarves and boots while accompanied by a large group armed with guns


Now rock with me, I spray blocks with glock fifties
Now support me, I shoot bullets with my Glock 50 handguns


Still when I spit I flip like Spock sent me
When I rap, I bring a unique and unexpected twist to the lyrics, as if it were done by a fictional character like Spock


And never gave a fuck what a rapper grossed
I never cared about how much money other rappers made


But if they, brag and boast I'ma clap the toast
But if they brag and show off, I will respond with violence


Y'all can analyze this, watch me paralyze clicks
You all can analyze my skills, witness how I immobilize groups


And sabotage y'all, I ain't a fan of y'all shit
And disrupt all of you, I don't like what you're doing


I'm a nasty ass disease, and now I got ya mouth celibate
I'm a nasty and contagious disease, and now I have silenced you


I'm a direct descendant of Hannibal's elephants
I come from a strong and powerful lineage, just like Hannibal's elephants


That's word to mother, them damn jokes is over
I swear on my mother, those jokes are no longer funny


You gon' run your mouth like a motor 'til I fuck up the rotor
You continue to talk excessively until I cause damage and ruin your ability to speak


It's Double O again, still runnin, still gunnin
It's Double O once again, still active and armed


It's like I got a cast-iron dick, I'm still cummin
I have incredible stamina, I continue to have success


Talkin that killer shit like you blood raw
You talk about violent acts as if you're experienced and ruthless


And ain't even did ten minutes in the back of a squad car
And you haven't even spent ten minutes in the back of a police car


Be big niggaz to they weak, I'm true to the streets
They act tough in front of weak people, but I'm loyal and authentic to the neighborhood


Y'all niggaz is half-assed like one booty cheek
You guys are incomplete and lacking, like having only one buttock


I'm (??), y'all is Swiss Miss
I am strong and confident, while you are soft like Swiss Miss hot chocolate


My camp'll make your army pull back like a slipped disc
My crew will intimidate your group and force them to retreat


It be the Bricks again, with me with them steel rods
The people from Brick City are back, armed with weapons


It ain't right unless Shane, Tariq, and Raouf Nayim is involved
It's not authentic unless Shane, Tariq, and Raouf Nayim are involved


I did ery'thang from robberies to dope
I have done everything from committing robberies to selling drugs


And y'all just lie about it, like it's a big-ass joke
And you guys just pretend and make jokes about it


Playin like kids, I think you want me to spank you
Acting immaturely, I think you want me to punish you


Ninety-nine on the charts with a ship anchor on your ankle
Reaching the ninety-ninth position on the charts, with a heavy weight dragging you down


And if you niggaz don't like what I say
And if you guys don't like what I'm saying


I'm in Newark on Market and Hasley e'ry fuckin day
I'm in Newark on Market and Hasley every single day


Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, slow down nigga
Brick City, that's how it happens, calm down


Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, sip yo' liquor
Brick City, that's how it happens, enjoy your drink


Yo Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, slow down nigga
Hey, Brick City, that's how it happens, calm down


Yo Brick City muh'fucka..
Hey, Brick City...




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: REGGIE NOBLE, ERICK SERMON

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