10 Bricks Lyrics - Cappadonna

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 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 riducly 

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 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 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, pony 

Leather with the matching sweater on, you owe me 

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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 cell 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 wreck 

Pythons used to talk to her 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 

Photos 

Yeah, yo, I lit a boogah up, rocks is gone, so we bagging up all shape 

Binocolurs, 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 Bentleys 

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, writing raw rhymes 

Like, threw Kool-Aid rubies in a lemonade bezzle 

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 AK 

Cause you can get scratched like AJ 

Cuban Link Dynasty has emerged, this rap shit stop 

I have a team of niggas moving my furs