NOTE The Rydah - They Put Me In The Brix Lyrics

Gettin' busy, gettin' hype
Hammer's taking a break while I'm on the mic
2 Bigg, in effect, pumpin' up the house I got the Hammer's back
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Nigga, you ain't gotta look to find me
I twist these words just like origami, I be on that bullshit you love and you respect
Stan Burrell in '89 on the Yay Area flex
Any greasy talker wind up slipping
I get my P's from the bricks to the tobacco dipping, F-150 whipping
Backwoods muthafuckin' shotgun racking when it's time to see what's happening
When they get a load of me? they get a load of these thangs
Sucka-ass-trick-nigga, I ain't NONE of these thangs
Keep my ear to the street, check the pulse of the block
It's the physician that's switchin' swervin' the lanes that I rock
Then I c-shock your melon, counter culture my felons
With the 3 strikes off in the Penn, till the end c'mon
Ion't never change my game
Lay low and stay in my lane
Bass heavy beats that bang
Knock your trunk outta the frame
Ion't never change my game
Music that be taking you higher
Lay low and stay in my lane
Bitch, it's the muvuckin' Rydah(The Rydah)
You know what's up with me, I be doing my thang moving around
You know just what it is, every time, I got that signature sound
It ain't no more confusion, bitch, so you should know it by now
That Space Age Gangsta Shit, the only way I get down(the only way)
You know what's up with me, I be doing my thang moving around
You know just what it is, every time, I got that signature sound
It ain't no more confusion, bitch, so you should know it by now
That Space Age Gangsta Shit, the only way I get down, I get down, I get down
They put me in the brix
They put me in the brix
They put me in the brix
They put me in the brix
They put me in the brix

Gettin' busy, gettin' hype
Hammer's taking a break while I'm on the mic
2 Bigg, in effect, pumpin' up the house I got the Hammer's back
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Nigga, you ain't gotta look to find me
I twist these words just like origami, I be on that bullshit you love and you respect
Stan Burrell in '89 on the Yay Area flex
Any greasy talker wind up slipping
I get my P's from the bricks to the tobacco dipping, F-150 whipping
Backwoods muthafuckin' shotgun racking when it's time to see what's happening
When they get a load of me? they get a load of these thangs
Sucka-ass-trick-nigga, I ain't NONE of these thangs
Keep my ear to the street, check the pulse of the block
It's the physician that's switchin' swervin' the lanes that I rock
Then I c-shock your melon, counter culture my felons
With the 3 strikes off in the Penn, till the end c'mon
Ion't never change my game
Lay low and stay in my lane
Bass heavy beats that bang
Knock your trunk outta the frame
Ion't never change my game
Music that be taking you higher
Lay low and stay in my lane
Bitch, it's the muvuckin' Rydah(The Rydah)
You know what's up with me, I be doing my thang moving around
You know just what it is, every time, I got that signature sound
It ain't no more confusion, bitch, so you should know it by now
That Space Age Gangsta Shit, the only way I get down(the only way)
You know what's up with me, I be doing my thang moving around
You know just what it is, every time, I got that signature sound
It ain't no more confusion, bitch, so you should know it by now
That Space Age Gangsta Shit, the only way I get down, I get down, I get down
They put me in the brix
They put me in the brix
They put me in the brix
They put me in the brix
They put me in the brix