Raekwon, Cappadonna, Ghostface Killah - 10 Bricks lyrics

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 he fault

Aiyo, rappers steppin' to me
They want a brick son
But, I'm the Chef, my price is twenty-six son
Move up, about thirty-two of those and
Open locker dough
Soldier got locked up, blow killed the doctor
Flamboyant police is X fives
Watchin' my lofts
So many leeches I just left it and walked
My flow wicked, Miami money
Movin' and ridicule
Geico on the arm froze, rose gold with me
Take baths with white women
Lingerie see-through takin' trips to Iran
My Spanish nigga peoples
Sellin' drugs to Flatbush
Call my nigga Cecil
Snub with the black gloves
On half-moon Greek do
Killed him in the Bahamas
His wife ran white van pulled up
They caught him out in Brooklyn
With a white man
Slutted out, rosed out, sister was gone
She geekin' she threw the rifle in her
Mouth and said good evenin'
Yup, Paul Wall grill line, be getting money
Crime thief
I know her from Africa, pretty smile
Nine teeth
Gold joints, frames only, Louis Vuitton, pony
Leather with the matching sweater on
You owe me knock the ash off the blunt
Confront niggas who cunt swing an ax
Tax niggas rhyme different from cats
Specialize in mic rippers, splashes
We the last skippers
Big rocks and the block will stick

Beefsteak Charlie niggas eat and they get fat
Chase heads up and down the
Block and kill rats skilled with the gats
Even feds don't know where the shells at
The shell trapped up in nice
Crib with four packs
Four macs, caught a nice sale for four stacks
Yeah, me and my nigga Arafat
Gotta escape but we'll be right back
Real soon chef cook it up
We got a date with real goons
Telling you Ghost
My connect crazy with the wet
Might know him used to talk
To his sister named Yvette
I speed it up, me and the Linx
Was getting weeded up
I beat it up, yeah I hit that
But I ain't seed it up
Meanwhile, back on the block
We seen two trucks
Then the windows rolled down
We see these two fucks
Soon as they jumped out, see these tools bust

Knock the ash off the blunt
Confront niggas who cunt swing an ax
Tax niggas rhyme different from cats
Specialize in mic rippers, splashes
We the last skippers
Big rocks and the block will stick

Yeah, yo, I lit a boogah up, rocks is gone
So we baggin' up all shape
Binoculars, scanners, we all listen to jake
Ran out of baggies, my mouth is dry
Got them dirty joints that scatter
Don't act surprised
Nah, nigga the currency rushes
Like popping a wheelie
Holding a pipe with one hand
The other countin' the billies
You know how it be
With the peppermint Clarks
Throwing darts at a hoodrat
Getting slow neck up in The Bronx
That's all me, thirty four shines
Forty four lines
I just chill like Aaron Hall
Writin' raw rhymes
Like, threw Kool-Aid rubies in
A lemonade bezzle
When I was twelve in the church
I started packin' that metal
A deuce-deuce, my supplier was Loose Bruce
Ever since I had the drop
My instinct was to shoot-shoot
This ain't For the Love of Ray J
It's for the love of the AK
Cuz you can get scratched like AJ
Cuban Link Dynasty has emerged
This rap shit stop
I have a team of niggas moving my furs

Knock the ash off the blunt
Confront niggas who cunt swing an ax
Tax niggas rhyme different from cats
Specialize in mic rippers, splashes
We the last skippers
Big rocks and the block will stick