Yeah, Outsida style, yo Axe, D.U., Nawshis, come down!
See me in a wool cap, black boots, takin' Prozac
Gives me a rush like a full back
When my niggas wild out they don't act human
I punch out gorillas lookin' like Pat Ewing
Pull out the gat, clap to it; no protection from the blow
Smith & Wesson turn your bulletproof vest into a robe
On another level, dig it, with the metal spitted
Beef got settled with it, roam the ghetto (?) rockin' devil fitteds
Yeah, Axe...
Underneath their ski masks haters be mad
See me in the green Jag' playin' Sega Dreamcast
Sometimes I be on some He-Man shit
Pilted up, more sticks than tree branches
We can't miss
Ill like Arabic soldiers, bustin' shots at cop cars
Blowin' xxxx up, yellin' (???????)
Hardcore cats, gettin' dough like pop stars
Ski pulled out the glock, turned your block to hot tar
Now, before the beef get any further
I make y'all C-Murder like Master P's brother
I pack a 4-4 nozzle that's so-so-colossal
Now when I xxxx it back it'll blast off both nostrils
This for Springfield, Chadwick, Hawthorne, 18th 16th, Avon, 13th Ave.!
Bricks, Bricks! xxxx is crazy in the Bricks!
Bricks, Bricks! We be wildin' in the Bricks!
Chancelor, Bergen, Clinton, Hyde St.
Stratford, Newport, Wacker Ave!
Bricks, Bricks! xxxx is crazy in the Bricks!
Bricks, Bricks! We be wildin' in the Bricks!
In the Bricks I get drunk and hang warriors
Plus there's more than four of us; y'all can ride assorted nuts
I make niggas trade places like Mortimer
Slaughter 'em 'til their house boarded and girl's been fucked
We be ridin' through your block slow, like 5-0
And hit up your Tahoe with more shots than Dialo
Call me Nawshis, poison's my blood
I'm more than a thug and iller than the boys in your hood
Gats, you know I ride aimin' 'em, gray titanium
Buttin' niggas over the fist in Shea Staduim
Ever since the raid I gotta wait because I wave the gun
Save the lump, Outz blazin' up with laminated rum
Comin' through the back door
Nawshis spits like chewin' tobacco, two in your backbone
I'm tweakin' lungs like Cheech & Chong's (?) bong
Y'all ain't seein' mine like Peeping Tom bein' blind
Boys, you'll lose if you ain't glocked up, payin' your dues
Plus the college don't xxxx with the neighborhood schools
Got tools, better sleep with a pair
'Cause Brick layers start sprayin' right after early mornin' prayer
Catch us swervin', son; chickens chirpin' from me workin' 'em
Sippin' Bourbon rum, not givin' a xxxx like a virgin nun
You herbs is done when I start releasin'
Call the preist in; I got a indecent art of beefin'
One Deuce, Bruce, 7th, Park
Peddleton, Bradley, Southport Ave.!
Bricks, Bricks! We be wildin' in the Bricks!
Bricks, Bricks! xxxx is crazy in the Bricks!
Brauden, Market, Irving, Turner
Prince, Mt. Prospect, Fairview Ave.!
Bricks, Bricks! We be wildin' in the Bricks!
Bricks, Bricks! xxxx is crazy in the Bricks!
Yeah, this Newark, the Jerusalem slum
Take your cake, you get none, not a crumb
Should've came to the Bricks packed with a gun
Instead my dogs made you back up and run
Yeah, 'cause xxxx is crazy in the Bricks!
Bricks, Bricks! We be wildin' in the Bricks!
Bricks, Bricks! xxxx is crazy in the Bricks!
Bricks, Bricks! We be wildin' in the Bricks!
Yeah, SS County, yeah, 07104 goin' down, or up!
Irvington, Newark! Yeah, owww!