J Dilla - 10 Bricks lyrics

[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 k** him if he fault [Raekwon] 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 k**ed 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 n***a peoples Sellin' d** to Flatbush, call my n***a Cecil Snub with the black gloves, on half-moon Greek do k**ed him in the Bahamas, his wife ran white van pulled up They caught him out in Brooklyn with a white man s*utted 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 [Hook: Raekwon] Knock the ash off the blunt, confront n***as who c*nt Swing an ax, tax n***as rhyme different from cats Specialize in mic rippers, splashes We the last skippers, big rocks and the block will stick [Cappadonna] Beefsteak Charlie n***as eat and they get fat Chase heads up and down the block and k** rats Sk**ed 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 n***a 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 f**s Soon as they jumped out, see these tools bust [Hook] [Ghostface k**ah] 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, n***a 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 sh** stop I have a team of n***as moving my furs [Hook]