Three Bricks Lyrics - Ghostface Killah

We run the city 

Today's agenda, got the suitcase up in the Sentra 

Go to room 112, tell 'em Blanco sent ya 

Feel the strangest, if no money exchanges 

I got these kids in Ranges, to leave them niggaz brainless 

All they tote is stainless, you just remain as 

calm as possible, make the deal go through 

If not, here's 12 shots, we know how you do 

Please make yo' killings clean, slugs up in between 

they eyes, like "True Lies," kill 'em and flee the scene 

Just bring back the coke or the cream 

Or else, your life is on the shelf, we mean this Frank 

Them cats we fuckin with put bombs in your mom's gas tank 

Let's get this money baby, they shady, we get shady 

Dress up like ladies and burn 'em with dirty 380's 

Then they come to kill our babies, that's all out 

I got gats that blow the wall out, clear the mall out 

Fuck the fallout, word to Stretch I bet they pussy 

The seven digits push me, fuckin real, here's the deal 

I got a hundred bricks, fourteen-five apiece (uh-huh) 

Enough to cop a six; buy the house on the beach (uh-huh) 

Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capiche? 

Everybody gettin cream no one considered them leech 

Think about it now that's damn near one-point-five 

I kill 'em all I'll be set for life, Frank pay attention 

These motherfuckers is henchmen, renegades 

If you die they still get paid, extra probably 

Fuck a robbery, I'm the boss 

Promise you won't rob 'em, I promise 

But of course you know I had my fingers crossed 

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Niggaz got to die, if I go they got to go 

Niggaz got to die, let a hundred shots float 

Niggaz got to die, cause it's all up in the scrolls 

Catch a body on the bridge, three bricks, live kid 

... if I go they got to go 

Niggaz got to die, let a hundred shots float 

Niggaz got to die, cause it's all up in the scrolls 

Catch a body on the bridge, three bricks, live kid 

We up in the lab, two Spanish, one Arab lady 

Layin on the bed, lookin like a drag 

Had the pillow cuffed, lookin at me and Frank, her grill was rough 

Who woulda ever think she'd rather do us up 

But that's the business, back to the sitch 

on these Puerto Rican kids with pistols 

Doin sign language is twitchin noses 

Ask 'em where the money at, yo where the coke at papi? 

We can do this all day, yo y'all both whack 

They pulled out, one of my dunn soldiers was wombed out 

They snuck up on him, put the tool up in his mouth 

Walked them up in crib, big move, but they grabbed the kid 

Had the shotty on my beehive, my wig 

And yo they took me to the bathroom, started up the chainsaw yo 

You gon' talk or see your brains on the floor 

That's when 6 to 7 masked men, came in blastin yo 

All I heard was Frank Lexi get the raw 

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Bleed just like us, believe my pipe bust 

If he holdin the right amount of cheese I might rush the spot 

Up early in the mornin, kick the door in, wave the 4 an' 

(fuck) the brawlin, cause Tony for the stallin 

And all I see is $ signs, here's the bottom line either 

Give up the product or get shot up with a brolic 9 

Invest figures to address (niggaz) 

Workin out, all I curl is my index finger 

Got a safe that hold more notes than Cortex singers 

My work is move trays, serve 'em up like gourmet dinners 

When it comes to cuttin that (coke), who got the best trimmers 

Edward Scissorhands them grams, (niggaz) respect winners 

I got them big spenders comin through, hourly 

Competition, we knock 'em out the box, powerfully 

Still drop a ill verse, on the D.I., me 

You might be gone, but the legacy is B.I.G., nigga 

Uh-huh 

Yo I think they tryin to do somethin man 

I don't know what it is but we gon' go in there handle this business man 

Straight up, y'knahmean? 

It's goin down... 

Let's go handle this man...