| Yeah, Gilla |
| WKYA Radio, We Be Kickin Ya Ass Nigga! |
| Yo! |
| Redman «on the mic» |
| EPMD |
| When I walk up in the street, niggas like yo |
| PMD you tight on the mic, yeah I know |
| Dirty South bouncin, cause it did snow |
| Even Mississippi get ten feet or more |
| It’s the doctor, these other rappers might follow you |
| Me, I’m underground, I’m bound to strike for you |
| Right outa Belleview, PMD the nutcase |
| Raps stick to you like I just ate duct tape |
| I’m like a CNN update |
| You’re tuned into a Rapnophobia on dub plates |
| At night or up late, work in the market |
| Black out like the one I pulled in August |
| It wasn’t nothing like hip-hop music |
| Before Pro Tools took over two inch |
| Mic Doc, 20 years on the stage |
| Still _Housin_, still _Mad_, still on a _Rampage_ |
| When I hang out in Brooklyn, them niggas like Yo! |
| When I’m in the Bronx, them niggas like Yo! |
| When I’m in Manhattan, them niggas like Yo! |
| When I’m up in Queens, them niggas like… (Clown) |
| But Bricks is in the house tonight |
| I said Bricks is in the house tonight! |
| Don’t matter if you’re black or you’re white |
| Just roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it |
| Dog, I’m hanging out my car, yellin out Yo! |
| Who got the haze for me to twist Yo! |
| Redman, the boss-a, rap like a pro |
| While your home tip toein to Al Jarreau |
| I’m in the cut bleedin |
| Tryin to stop my niggas from sellin dope to pumpin weed and leavin this |
| Fuck the stage, I’m in your hood |
| Posted with more chains that Junebug Spade |
| Yeah I’m the pimp of the year |
| Now sucker MCs can take the window or the stairs |
| This is Gilla, Powfanalia |
| Injected it got more power than Zelda |
| Now you niggas know know know |
| Brick city on overload load load |
| And if your bitch start actin up |
| She wanna run up with the dog dog |
| I say stuck up bitches (Oh no) |
| Punk ass niggas (Oh no) |
| Brick city gonna take whatever |
| We load me up and I highjack the Nebucadnezer |
| When I’m in the Chi, them niggas like Yo! |
| When I’m in the D, them niggas like Yo! |
| When I’m in Atlanta, them niggas like Yo! |
| North Carolina, them niggas like… |
| But Bricks is in the house tonight |
| I said Bricks is in the house tonight! |
| Don’t matter if you’re black or you’re white |
| Just roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it |
| Ayo, when I’m in the hood them niggas like Yo! |
| Erick you’re the reason why them dudes slow flow |
| Yo! You the reason why them cats got dough |
| You opened the door, and some of them owe |
| Yo! DJ, I hustle and flow |
| Duckin us this type like Russell Ingall |
| Any beat should occur, cock the four, for real |
| Last deal, I come out for the dumb out |
| Talk 'til my shells run out, then crop it |
| Like a movie scene and walk away clean |
| I’m mean when it comes to hardcore deception |
| Pokerface swag, all in, I bet this |
| I done rock shit to present MCing |
| When I’m in the place its graced like I’m preachin |
| Everybodys ears are open when I’m speakin |
| Nigga, look how many fans I’m reachin |
| When I’m in Virginia, them niggas like Yo! |
| Baltimore, D.C., them niggas like Yo! |
| When I’m up in Philly, them niggas like Yo! |
| Long Beach, Compton and whats like… |
| But Bricks is in the house tonight |
| I said Bricks is in the house tonight! |
| Don’t matter if you’re black or you’re white |
| Just roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it |