Raekwon - 10 Bricks Lyrics
(feat. Cappadonna, Ghostface Killah)[Intro: Raekwon]Yo, yo, Iron Chef (gracias)I need some of that, (slide through the back)I need ya'll to come back to the, (I heard juice)Back of the store over here (just be easy and tell ya man to be cool)We got some culinary cats right here, we need you (we'll kill him if heFault)[Raekwon:]Aiyo, rappers stepping to me, they want a brick, sonBut I'm the Chef, my price is 26, sonMove up, about 32 of those and open locker doughSoldier got locked up, blow killed the doctorFlamboyant police is X fives, watching my loftsSo many leeches I just left it and walkedMy flow wicked, Miami money, moving and riduclyGeico on the arm froze, rose gold with meTake baths with white women, lingerie see-throughTaking trips to Iran, my Spanish nigga peopleSelling drugs to Flatbush, call my nigga CecilSnub with the black gloves, on half-moon Greek doKilled him in the Bahamas, his wife ran, white van pulled upThey caught him out in Brooklyn with a white manSlutted out, rosed out, sister was gone, she geekingShe threw the rifle in her mouth and said 'good evening'Yup, Paul Wall grill line, be getting money, crime thiefI know her from Africa, pretty smile, nine teethGold joints, frames only, Louis Vuitton, ponyLeather with the matching sweater on, you owe me[Chorus: Raekwon]Knock the ash off the blunt, confront niggas who cuntSwing an ax, tax niggas rhyme different from catsSpecialize in mic rippers, splashesWe the last skippers, big rocks and the block will stick[Cappadonna:]Beefsteak Charlie niggas eat and they get fatChase heads up and down the block and kill ratsSkilled with the gats, even feds don't know where the shells atThe shell trapped up in nice crib with four packsFour macs, caught a nice cell for four stacksYeah, me and my nigga ArafatGotta escape but we'll be right back, real soonChef cook it up, we got a date with real goonsTelling you Ghost, my connect crazy with the wreckPythons used to talk to her sister named YvetteI speed it up, me and the Linx, was getting weeded upI beat it up, yeah I hit that, but I ain't seed it upMeanwhile, back on the block, we seen two trucksThen the windows rolled down, we see these two *****sSoon as they jumped out, see these tools bust[Chorus][Ghostface Killah:]Yeah, yo, I lit a boogah up, rocks is gone, so we bagging up all shapeBinocolurs, scanners, we all listen to jakeRan out of baggies, my mouth is dryGot them dirty joints all scattered, don't act surprisedNah, nigga the currency rushes like popping a wheelieHolding a pipe with one hand, the other down in the BentleysYou know how it be with the peppermint Clarks, throwing darts at a hoodratGetting slow neck up in The BronxThat's all me, thirty four shines, forty four linesI just chill like Aaron Hall, writing raw rhymesLike, threw Kool-Aid rubies in a lemonade bezzleWhen I was 12 in the church, I started packing that metalA deuce deuce, my supplier was Loose BruceEver since I had the drop, my instinct was to shoot-shootThis ain't For the Love of Ray J, it's for the love of the AKCause you can get scratched like AJCuban Link Dynasty has emerged, this rap shit stopI have a team of niggas moving my furs[Chorus]
