Young Z - Close Ya Doorz lyrics

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