Close Ya Doorz lyrics

Artist  : Redman 
Song : Close Ya Doorz



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