Son Of Bazerk - Lifestyles of the Blacks in the Brick lyrics

[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 s**ers 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 [Hook] [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 d** 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]