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To each his own, I'ma have this known from the
I niggaz walk like ball four
Y'all score down the block, for me it's hip-hop
Around the clock, critical I'm bound to (stop)
You know I'm nice girl, youse a Wannabe
Like the Girls, you betta think twice girl
I'm untry-able,
be held liable for givin knots that's untie-able
R-O-Z, my name
Rap G.I. Jane rockin' wide frames
Straight from Newark we layers, Na Na slayers
Don't play I coach and pick
In Da Bricks, get your shit locked and stolen
Step back I'm holdin', bitches be
Ghetto style, I'ma stay ripper
Tryin' to get cash out the ass a stripper

Dub O, I'm down for whateva, do I gotta to get the chedda
takin' over cities, we conquered galaxies and better
I was put here to crush CD's and wreck
Make a false move, I put this whole fuckin' planet in
Hell this, we takin' over the spot
I don't like to, but I will to the glock
The whole is sick, you can't do nuttin but like it
It's like when you drown, your ass sink quicker if you it
Talkin' bout you used to rob niggaz with pump
I know you club music nigga, but you ain't got a jack in your body
You fake ass niggaz, gettin' like a short pass
And if you incorrect, I'ma cut your bastard ass
You got mind over me like Deebo but you ain't my friend
Cause when I'm around you be quiet but when I you be talkin' again
But we gonna do it how you want cause I'm widdit to brawl you
Now if I put your bitch ass in a headlock and fall witchu

Yo niggaz, shut your windows and close ya
straight from Da Brick City

Yo niggaz, shut your and close ya doorz
Comin' straight from Da City

Your said aliens raped her and her four friends
But it was all the Outz, we up as Martians
When I, a brew it's nuttin' else I'd rather do
Hop out a cab or two to avenue to battle you
Your get ate like italian steak
Then I get Red to sell you achey or a pound of
Y'all can open up wide and suck dick
None of niggaz can't fuck with Bricks
While you scrubbin' dishes, we puffin
Fuckin' women ends up in the Benz with switches
We cop sixty-three
One every spot, blunts be mystery mix
We got, spots, all my stay in Bricks
While y'all stash clips in of Bar-B-Q potato chips
Plus main honey loved us
Slip her some bom-ba she'll fuck of us

Yo, you pack that little ass gun like Nights
we brawl and fight, yo bitch I'ma ball tonight
At shows we so tight we flow it's one mic
Raw underground, yo Don, tell em that dough like

D. Don, I mine, and stay gettin' it
My thug mind'll brawl with rhymes and shittin' it
Check my shine, iced out platinum like your
V.I.P. ghetto nigga, hustlin' and
Got bitches trickin' to get with me
Got police, flock niggaz to cop from me
How many pouns you want, how pounds you need?
I cultivate, every block I go and drop seeds
I grow trees, know me, for bein' low key
hustler from A.C.

I'm steady shittin' on hoes, Grand Royal the Green Eyed Bandit
Jump in the Lex offa New Jersey transit
Let my man spit Don shit
Gov-Matic spit that shit toxic, I rock shit
It's that hot like Busta Bust got
I bust glock, on pussies I trust not
They get blown, like minutes on cell phone
Bring the terror to block like the toughest nigga from jail home
And you dead when my squad come around
We hella illa from Isabella to