Three Bricks

[27 seconds of street noise to open the song then dialogue] We run the city [Notorious B.I.G.] 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 niggas 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 them all 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 [Hook: Raekwon] Niggas got to die, if I go they got to go Niggas got to die, let a hundred shots float Niggas 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 Niggas got to die, let a hundred shots float Niggas got to die, cause it's all up in the scrolls Catch a body on the bridge, three bricks, live kid [Raekwon] 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! [Hook] [Ghostface Killah] 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 dollar signs, here's the bottom line either Give up the product or get shot up with a brolic 9 Invest figures to address (niggas) 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, (niggas) 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 [Raekwon] 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...