Son Of Bazerk Lifestyles Of The Blacks In The Brick (feat. No Self Control And The Band)
[Verse 1]
Now this is the lifestyle of the blacks in the Brick
Sit down punk cause we ain't for none of that illness
Move and I'mma have my men a-pump you full of bullet holes
Pump the clip in the Mac and get wicked
Stack a bunch of body bags in the cellar
You ain't seen this much macking since Johnny The Fox
New school lingo's got you flipping
Daddy's got something funky so get to getting
Girlies on the ho stroll cold making dough
Mack ma-ma macking on the third floor
You play around with those hoes you might get your neck in a brace
Keep 'em making presidents, he been doing it ever since
You couldn't stop her from macking if you wanted to
Bodyguards with the gat with the two clip
Lifestyles of the blacks in the Brick
[Hook]
Lifestyle of the blacks in the Brick
[Verse 2]
Brick Town, home of the dollar bill, ain't nothing funny
We got places to make our own money
We don't need no alibis and lies
We ain't gotta make a dollar out of chump change
See cause that's for those suckers with the hairdos
We don't need no jheri curls or no attitudes
Snitches getting lynched up by the neck, they was talking to the garbage
And messing up the profits
Stacks and stacks of dough on the kitchen table
Being counted by brothers with fat rope cables
Hookers banging on the door to get rocked for rock
Come here girl squat knee deep and open wide
The Brinks truck roll up cause it's pay day
My little brother with the big Mac guarding the vault
So many keys down here see but ain't no locksmiths
Lifestyle of the blacks in the Brick
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[Verse 3]
Hey yo Rich, get the back door, this is it
I'm 'bout to slash his throat then throw him in a ditch
His days is over as a D.A. lawyer
See this ain't a nice neighborhood for ya
He tried to buy some white-collar drugs
Coke, crack or smack or whatever the hell it was
You had to climb the ropes of Hell's Kitchen to cop
Now you're one dead cracker on a Brick City block
I put my blade in your guts cause you wasn't honest
Now you're laying face down bathed in blood
Ho money, sure money beats no money
They turn so many tricks but that's my money
I keep my razor by the side cause that's my ho
And if the dough ain't right then I cut her B-12
Frying chicken for the Brick crew?
Lifestyle of the blacks in the Brick
[Hook]
