[Intro: Lil JoJo]
Bricksquad, D-Block shit, man
Shout out Tay City and Wuga World, man
We on our Team No Lackin' shit
JoJo two times, you know how I'm rockin'

[Chorus: Lil JoJo]
This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel
This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel
This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel
You throw up a L, you see how it feel
This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel
This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel
This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel
My n***as Bricksquad and they gon' kill

[Verse 1: Lil JoJo & P. Rico]
N***as talk that shit, but they ain't really 'bout that life (let's get it)
Put them bands on his head, he be dead by tonight (blatt!)
All these n***as shooters until they get shot
Now, they out here snitching, writing statements to the cops
That's why it's fuck the opps, Bricksquad, D-Block (D-Block)
We don't love these hoes, they out here suckin' cock (let's get it)
MOB, Money Over Bitches (let's get it)
I'm just tryna check a bag and ride on sixes (yoom)
Oh, that's yo' bitch? I bet you miss her
Fucked her on the first day and I ain't have to kiss her
Catch up, I'm leavin' them, you heard Lil Mister
Body bag a n***a, now they think he missin'
[Chorus: Lil JoJo]
This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel
This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel
This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel
You throw up a L, you see how it feel
This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel
This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel
This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel
My n***as Bricksquad and they gon' kill

[Verse 2: P. Rico]
This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel
You steady talkin', you be smellin' like a sour dill (ew)
Boy, I be rollin' and I'm totin', boy, I'm off a pill (blatt)
You think you with it, whole time, boy, it is a drill (Die L's)
I get down, D-Block, boy, a man down
Smoke his ass like a Dutch or some fuckin' loud
I get down for my crew, boy, fuck a crowd
Knock 'em down, and it's down, smoke him like some loud
Now he missin' 'cause his fuck boy ass on the ground (fuck boy)
30 in the body, then I ditch the Crown
You ain't on shit, for Aiki, I be blowin'
Ride on a opp and leave his ass snorin' (Die L's)