10 Bricks Lyrics
| Song | 10 Bricks |
| Artist | Raekwon |
| Album | Only Built For Cuban Linx 2 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Coles, Hill, Woods, Yancey | |
| 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] | |
| Ayo, rappers stepping to me, they want a brick, son | |
| But I'm the | |
| Chef, my price is 26, son | |
| Move up, about 32 of those and open locker dough | |
| Soldier got locked up, blow killed the doctor | |
| Flamboyant police is | |
| X fives, watching my lofts | |
| So many leeches | |
| I just left it and walked | |
| My flow wicked, | |
| Miami money, moving and ridicly | |
| Geico on the arm froze, rose gold with me | |
| Take baths with white women, lingerie see-through | |
| Taking trips to | |
| Iran, my Spanish nigga people | |
| Selling 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 up | |
| They caught him out in | |
| Brooklyn with a white man | |
| Slutted out, rosed out, sister was gone, she geeking | |
| She threw the rifle in her mouth and said 'good evening' | |
| 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, | |
| PonyLeather with the matching sweater on, you owe me[Chorus: Raekwon] | |
| 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[Cappadonna] | |
| 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 cell for four stacks | |
| Yeah, me and my nigga | |
| ArafatGotta 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 wreck | |
| Pythons used to talk to her sister named | |
| YvetteI 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[Chorus][Ghostface Killah] | |
| Yo, I lit a booger up, rocks is gone, so we bagging up all shape | |
| Binoculars, scanners, we all listen to jake | |
| Ran out of baggies, my mouth is dry | |
| Got them dirty joints all scattered, don't act surprised | |
| Nah, nigga the currency rushes like popping a wheelie | |
| Holding a pipe with one hand, the other down in the | |
| BentleysYou know how it be with the peppermint | |
| ClarksThrowing darts at a hoodrat | |
| Getting slow necked all up in | |
| The BronxThat's all me, thirty four shines, forty four lines | |
| I just chill like | |
| Aaron Hall, writing raw rhymes | |
| Like, threw | |
| Kool-Aid rubies in a lemonade bezel | |
| When I was 12 in the church, | |
| I started packing 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 | |
| AKCuz you can get scratched like | |
| AJCuban Link | |
| Dynasty has emerged, this rap shit stop | |
| I have a team of niggas moving my furs[Chorus] |
| zuo qu : Coles, Hill, Woods, Yancey | |
| 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 | |
| Ayo, rappers stepping to me, they want a brick, son | |
| But I' m the | |
| Chef, my price is 26, son | |
| Move up, about 32 of those and open locker dough | |
| Soldier got locked up, blow killed the doctor | |
| Flamboyant police is | |
| X fives, watching my lofts | |
| So many leeches | |
| I just left it and walked | |
| My flow wicked, | |
| Miami money, moving and ridicly | |
| Geico on the arm froze, rose gold with me | |
| Take baths with white women, lingerie seethrough | |
| Taking trips to | |
| Iran, my Spanish nigga people | |
| Selling drugs to | |
| Flatbush, call my nigga | |
| CecilSnub with the black gloves, on halfmoon | |
| Greek doKilled 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 geeking | |
| She threw the rifle in her mouth and said ' good evening' | |
| 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, | |
| PonyLeather with the matching sweater on, you owe me Chorus: Raekwon | |
| 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 Cappadonna | |
| 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 cell for four stacks | |
| Yeah, me and my nigga | |
| ArafatGotta 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 wreck | |
| Pythons used to talk to her sister named | |
| YvetteI 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 Chorus Ghostface Killah | |
| Yo, I lit a booger up, rocks is gone, so we bagging up all shape | |
| Binoculars, scanners, we all listen to jake | |
| Ran out of baggies, my mouth is dry | |
| Got them dirty joints all scattered, don' t act surprised | |
| Nah, nigga the currency rushes like popping a wheelie | |
| Holding a pipe with one hand, the other down in the | |
| BentleysYou know how it be with the peppermint | |
| ClarksThrowing darts at a hoodrat | |
| Getting slow necked all up in | |
| The BronxThat' s all me, thirty four shines, forty four lines | |
| I just chill like | |
| Aaron Hall, writing raw rhymes | |
| Like, threw | |
| KoolAid rubies in a lemonade bezel | |
| When I was 12 in the church, | |
| I started packing that metal | |
| A deuce deuce, my supplier was | |
| Loose Bruce | |
| Ever since | |
| I had the drop, my instinct was to shootshoot | |
| This ain' t | |
| For the Love of | |
| Ray J, it' s for the love of the | |
| AKCuz you can get scratched like | |
| AJCuban Link | |
| Dynasty has emerged, this rap shit stop | |
| I have a team of niggas moving my furs Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Coles, Hill, Woods, Yancey | |
| 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 | |
| Ayo, rappers stepping to me, they want a brick, son | |
| But I' m the | |
| Chef, my price is 26, son | |
| Move up, about 32 of those and open locker dough | |
| Soldier got locked up, blow killed the doctor | |
| Flamboyant police is | |
| X fives, watching my lofts | |
| So many leeches | |
| I just left it and walked | |
| My flow wicked, | |
| Miami money, moving and ridicly | |
| Geico on the arm froze, rose gold with me | |
| Take baths with white women, lingerie seethrough | |
| Taking trips to | |
| Iran, my Spanish nigga people | |
| Selling drugs to | |
| Flatbush, call my nigga | |
| CecilSnub with the black gloves, on halfmoon | |
| Greek doKilled 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 geeking | |
| She threw the rifle in her mouth and said ' good evening' | |
| 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, | |
| PonyLeather with the matching sweater on, you owe me Chorus: Raekwon | |
| 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 Cappadonna | |
| 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 cell for four stacks | |
| Yeah, me and my nigga | |
| ArafatGotta 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 wreck | |
| Pythons used to talk to her sister named | |
| YvetteI 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 Chorus Ghostface Killah | |
| Yo, I lit a booger up, rocks is gone, so we bagging up all shape | |
| Binoculars, scanners, we all listen to jake | |
| Ran out of baggies, my mouth is dry | |
| Got them dirty joints all scattered, don' t act surprised | |
| Nah, nigga the currency rushes like popping a wheelie | |
| Holding a pipe with one hand, the other down in the | |
| BentleysYou know how it be with the peppermint | |
| ClarksThrowing darts at a hoodrat | |
| Getting slow necked all up in | |
| The BronxThat' s all me, thirty four shines, forty four lines | |
| I just chill like | |
| Aaron Hall, writing raw rhymes | |
| Like, threw | |
| KoolAid rubies in a lemonade bezel | |
| When I was 12 in the church, | |
| I started packing that metal | |
| A deuce deuce, my supplier was | |
| Loose Bruce | |
| Ever since | |
| I had the drop, my instinct was to shootshoot | |
| This ain' t | |
| For the Love of | |
| Ray J, it' s for the love of the | |
| AKCuz you can get scratched like | |
| AJCuban Link | |
| Dynasty has emerged, this rap shit stop | |
| I have a team of niggas moving my furs Chorus |
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