[Produced by Redman]

[Intro]

Word?

Heh... Hah, hah-hah, hehe

East Coast, hahaha, West Coast, heh

Ayo, nigga, aye you better bust yo' ass, motherfucker

All my country, funky motherfuckers!

Haha!

[Verse 1]

To my no good niggas and my no good bitches

Sorry if I left somebody leavin' out with stitches

Seems y'all too grown for ya britches

Enslaved your mind like cotton pickers for runnin' wit some rotten niggas

I get raw to the core with hardcore metaphors

Resevoir Dog style, truly yours

Yes, I be the slug up in your chest

Then you wonder why you can't feel the full strength of cigarettes

My nationality is brutality

I got the gun up under your leather nigga so walk casually

You'd be surprised how much info you can get

For a bottle of crack to find yo' punk ass and yo' kinfolks

Plus, that crew you run with is butt

I was dusted one day when I made your man choke up

Rappers comin to New Jersey and be gettin fucked up (Uh)

Talkin about where they from and shit when dem sons ain't runnin' shit

And god Gorbid you do a show in da Bricks

You'd swear you was flying how we bring so much turbulence

I keep your nervous level high, nigga (Hah...)

You better kiss your son and daughter, tell em bye, nigga

When we creep

[Hook]

They say it's wild in the Bricks after sundown

Creepin' on you niggas, creepin' on you fools

They say it's wild in the Bricks after sundown

Creepin' on you niggas, creepin' on you bitches

They say it's wild in the Bricks after sundown

Creepin' on you niggas, creepin' on you fools

They say it's wild in the Bricks after sundown

Creepin' on you stink bitches and you stinkin' motherfuckers (Hah)

[Verse 2]

I give respect to all my Willy niggas with the Rolex

Shinin baguettes, flashin cash and dumpin Moets

Especially when my royalty check is late, I don't hesitate

I scoop up Keith, and see who's flashin at the Palla-

-dium, hide your weed niggas cause here I come

Lookin bummy for low profile, so loud MC's overlook me

I slip the bartender some raw

Just to tell me how much cash and Dom P you pour

Huh, I should start robbin rappers in the industry

If we ain't clickin then I'm engineerin your injuries

Forty-eight tracks of automatic and mac's

Lyrically splat-datted till your mentality blacks

And I don't give a fuck if you did thirty bids

Still I bring you Ecstasy like I'm the rapper Jalil

Blaow blaow blaow, lickin shots for your fuckin

Mind, I got you niggas duckin out like I'm one-time

Or five-oh, po-po, I drive hoes nutty

Like I be doin security at my live shows

Your A&R is a punk, he got you gassed

When I brutally smash any contender in my weight class

Aiyyo Twinz yo this nigga got jewels

(Hold that nigga while I rob this fool) Hah, haha

When we creep

[Hook]

They say it's wild in the Bricks after sundown

Creepin' on you rappers, creepin' on you fools

They say it's wild in the Bricks after sundown

Creepin' on you bitches, creepin' on you niggas

They say it's wild in the Bricks after sundown

Creepin' on you rappers, creepin' on you niggas

They say it's wild in the Bricks after sundown

Creepin' on you niggas, creepin' on you fools

They say it's wild in the Bricks after sundown

They say it's wild in the Bricks after sundown

They say it's wild in the Bricks after sundown

They say it's wild in the Bricks after sundown