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"Guess who's the Black Trump" (Raekwon)
(Steele) (Raekwon) I had to get some real professionals for the job, son (Numerous cats) Word up (That's right) Official niggas word up (This is what you call ?) Straight blazin through what Raise the roof is what we came to do (Like hash browns) Blazin through, blazin through (Pass that African black gold over here) Raise the roof is what we came to do Blazin through, blazin through (You know how we rock) Raise the roof is what we came to do (Smiff-N-Wess-N-Lex set up shop) (Steele) Attack mode, time to strike like a cobra Poisonous venom into your system killin you slower Than niggas wit blowers to your jugler My brother's keeper but I put my brother to sleep If my brother try to creep up You know my son, show respect when I'm rockin the podium Steam-rollin on niggas, my team straight blowin em Got em Throwin they Gunz In The Air like Onyx Chef and Smiff-N-Wessun crime shit, New York's finest (Raekwon) Let me warn y'all killas upstairs I seen all y'all, heavy like f**k, thinkin my niggas might flaw y'all Blow ya ammo, Shallah seen the god fly commando Handle, gun on my leg, blow his hand off I'm lookin at you why, like "f**k, you probably think I'm high" Seems luck, chain around my neck, bought it from E-gypt Me what? Hennesy drink, mahogany guns, we treesed up Come out your shirt, buckle knees-up This Casablanca rap nigga throw some cheese up Let's poly, slow-mo status, bring the keys up Wonderin, runners is lookin mighty fees'd up Right stupid, FBI sell em ? guns (Tek) Make this money, niggas hold up guns Armed full of licks, plus your dick, drop your ones Baby need new shoes and a outfit I see you stick-up kids, you came wit the dick lick You see my set of twin-hitmen from Bushwick? Two chicks wit the twenty-two tecs, bitch You heard about em Now open up the circle so the dice can breathe Pay you double, if you triple, if you push you pay me (Chorus) Gotta poly wit ya crew to stack ya loot up Get your weight up, big up, pull ya boots up If you step into the club wit your guns up If the tension's on your mind then raise the roof up You gotta keep it in the fam, stack ya loot up Get your weight up, big up, pull ya boots up When you step into the club wit ya guns up If the tension's on your mind, then raise the roof up Raise the roof up, raise the roof up Never before we came to raise the roof up Raise the roof up, raise the roof up Still in all we came to raise the roof up (R) Minolta flash (S) Gun in the stash (T) Rollin for mo' hash (R) Tek, why you slap fire out em, hold fast (T) These niggas gotta pay the hard way (All) Three the hard way (R) Allah swingin on em like a San Diego Padre (Steele) You heard what the god say, let's start this Professional marksman, swimmin like killa sharks We lethal and heartless On point like a dart, bitch Bomb your camp if you want this Connect wit convicts on some Don shit (Tek) And spread the camouflage cats to get the money in Stat Go to war like Saadam if he pushes you that Keep his movements discreet when he out in the streets Had to stash built to high heat for those who creep (Steele) Ha, peep the ghetto bastards Run in your crib like two masked men I run wit a Tek, and we ain't askin, we blastin Chef brought the extra cannon from Staten Rhyme official live broadcastin, makin it happen (Tek) You gotta make power moves, black guns and cash rules Hold my eight straight 'cause I been payin dues Wave king from way back tryin to make a mill stack Miami money cats that leave you layin down flat Chorus *Replace "When you step into the club wit ya guns up" w/ "When you layin in the cut wit ya guns tucked"* *Steele chanting "raise the roof up* (Raekwon) It's on again Word up, put your hands down Word up, this shit is multi Y'all gonna see it, word up Smiff, Wess, Lex *Steele chanting "the roof, the roof, the roof is on fire* From the projects, phony projects Next! (We don't need no water, like the Cocoa B's burn) (Gotta poly wit your crew to stack ya loot up) (Get ya weight up, big up, pull ya boots up) (When you step into the club wit the guns up) (If the tension's on your mind, then raise the roof up) |
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And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get
Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America Who wants to kill him? No information, say yes or no One point five million Alright, you get what you want, money's no object They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man Yo Starks come here, come here Sun Come here for a minute! Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig! Get your big Adidas off my moms table man! Get the fuck off it man. Yo just chill man, pass the Cristal man. Niggaz is greedy man, damn. Big ass shits. Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man. Chill man. Bobby Steels Somebody go to the store man Sup kid? Get that baking soda. (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through) La cosa nostra (Johnny Blaze!) (Lou Diamonds!) Represent kid. (Tony Starks) Universal frontier (Original blood claat bad bwoys) [Chorus] Who come to get you? None. They want guns! I be the first to set off shit, last to run Wu roll together as one I call my brother Sun 'cause he shine like one Check it Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties Like my hair notty and my nose piece snotty Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real Ain't nuttin' fraudulent here, we pioneer Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you lost it Information leakin' out your faucets, hmmmmm Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground There's a new sheriff in town holdin' it down It's the two holster, shit shot smoker Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster Wild in the West, a student of my culture And life is the test, hold up Let a nigga catch his breath, we still payin' dues And the last one is death, back to the essence With that shit you stressin', this rap profession Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin Isle plus my style, Criminology pays The last times and days, Johnny fuckin' Blaze This goes for niggaz who know Wu will grow like llello, ley no Plus coolin' in Barbados Ricaans be givin' me much shit, the dutch shit Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta Senoritas, fuckin' up a storm buyin' guards margaritas Suckin' his dick, up in the whip long Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah Jakes beware black rap millionaires Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin' this year One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah Wu roll together as one I call my brother Sun 'cause he shine like one Solid gold crown is shinin' Solid gold, check it Sun yo Solid gold crown be shinin' and blindin' like some diamonds I be pioneerin the style in the cloud with silver linings Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus Castin' stones, crackin' two-hundred and six bones And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone How dare you approach it with dim pones The overfiend like Noah Bean green souls with a soldier mean The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial Happen millennium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin Goes up your adrenalin son it's time for 'boutin' It's a mileage resemblin' niggaz who like followin' Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle God steppin' forth upon holy down of the track It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack So I decided to bite down on the mic So the pain of the track won't deny the fact That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert That hurts the individual who tries to visual-ize under Cause I strike, like thunder Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial Systems are fractured by the killa tactics Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged Enter the entity, my vicinity Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so Feel the force of impact from the iron side of The gat as I attack the track From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin' dome Piece, deceased, laid to rest [Chorus] Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room Holdin' up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef So step back, to the lab at, high velocity My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy Fuck Horado Pablos plan growas bravo Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels The man rockin' head bands, silk scarves and jams Early 80's British rock, playboys, mocks, and shams The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's Remember them kids that came off with eight million Robbed the Brinks and I labeled in royal pavilions Them flower heads must have been stupid Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid That's jet money, undaground money Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies Cosa cosa, come on |
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