Uh, Zee I got waiting haze, my customers ho's, sleep with me We have smallbeef, I still sell them O's for three fifty They know in big beef, I pop ahundred times Be like roadkill, I live nigga's brains on one and nines Andmy down bitches, they be ready to kill I be like chill, they belike..
[Chorus] That's my nigga for real (Yea, uh huh, I'm fromthe Bricks, we be like) That's my nigga for real (Yea, Young Zee, all myniggas from the hood, they be like) That's my nigga for real (Yea, B-Boy, youmy nigga, talk to 'em)
[B-Boy] Yo, I don't give a fuck if wedon't sell a record We still gon' get this money in the Bricks Spill it,Zee
[Young Zee] Yea, uh, yea, yea I'm like, Santa Claus, Ideliver niggas grams a raw Straight from Panama, fiends eat it up likecanavaugh And my dimes disappear like magic wands I sell 'em, 'til thecrack of dawn and destroy every track I'm on Plus I have a clam packed in theback of vans More royal than the Taliban murk you for a half agram (What?) I get B-Boy to drop your truck in the river Fuck some dough,we be like..
[Chorus + Young Zee ad libs]
[YoungZee] Yea, jeah, Uh-huh-ha, yea Scarecrow (what?), I'm trying to walkbefore I crawl I want it all ever since I came out of my mama's walls I'mtrying to make so much dough when I write a song I can write 'em all whyy'all clique on the corner selling final calls Yea, niggas mad at us,gladiators like Maximas, we fabulous While you fall off like Canibus'smanagers My man Dee U, keep the nina peelin' (Point 'em out, and watchme)
[Chorus + Young Zee ad libs]
[Young Zee] Zeeneed Buddha, E-user, beef pre Lugers Spittin' from our PT cruisers My tapedon't drop, I still got dough to make Got little niggas on roller skatesholding my coke and weight Blow paper, ho chaser, dough raiser, JoeFraizer Sixteen cellys and four pagers Go hype up your squad that theymight fuck with ours I just, light up cigars, go by bikes, trucks, andcars I got (?) In Atlanta deep, 'round the street, ten grand a week I give'em one word to put your man to sleep And I love my Jersey livebitches They'll leave a nigga face, with thirty five stitches They'll helpmy tie cinder blocks and push your kids So deep in the ocean, they'll seewhere octopuses live Jeah, this label deal is for Raz, Pace, and Chill Iknow mad chicks, but still
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[Chorus] That's my nigga for real (Yea, uh huh, I'm fromthe Bricks, we be like) That's my nigga for real (Yea, Young Zee, all myniggas from the hood, they be like) That's my nigga for real (Yea, B-Boy, youmy nigga, talk to 'em)
[B-Boy] Yo, I don't give a fuck if wedon't sell a record We still gon' get this money in the Bricks Spill it,Zee
[Young Zee] Yea, uh, yea, yea I'm like, Santa Claus, Ideliver niggas grams a raw Straight from Panama, fiends eat it up likecanavaugh And my dimes disappear like magic wands I sell 'em, 'til thecrack of dawn and destroy every track I'm on Plus I have a clam packed in theback of vans More royal than the Taliban murk you for a half agram (What?) I get B-Boy to drop your truck in the river Fuck some dough,we be like..
[Chorus + Young Zee ad libs]
[YoungZee] Yea, jeah, Uh-huh-ha, yea Scarecrow (what?), I'm trying to walkbefore I crawl I want it all ever since I came out of my mama's walls I'mtrying to make so much dough when I write a song I can write 'em all whyy'all clique on the corner selling final calls Yea, niggas mad at us,gladiators like Maximas, we fabulous While you fall off like Canibus'smanagers My man Dee U, keep the nina peelin' (Point 'em out, and watchme)
[Chorus + Young Zee ad libs]
[Young Zee] Zeeneed Buddha, E-user, beef pre Lugers Spittin' from our PT cruisers My tapedon't drop, I still got dough to make Got little niggas on roller skatesholding my coke and weight Blow paper, ho chaser, dough raiser, JoeFraizer Sixteen cellys and four pagers Go hype up your squad that theymight fuck with ours I just, light up cigars, go by bikes, trucks, andcars I got (?) In Atlanta deep, 'round the street, ten grand a week I give'em one word to put your man to sleep And I love my Jersey livebitches They'll leave a nigga face, with thirty five stitches They'll helpmy tie cinder blocks and push your kids So deep in the ocean, they'll seewhere octopuses live Jeah, this label deal is for Raz, Pace, and Chill Iknow mad chicks, but still
[Chorus + Young Zee adlibs]
[Young Zee] What, Bricks (Bricks, Bricks)
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