| I had to get some real professionals for the job, son
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| Numerous cats Word up
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| That’s right Official niggas word up
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| This is what you call Straight blazin through what
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| Raise the roof is what we came to do Like hash browns
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| Blazin through, blazin through Pass that African black gold over here
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| Raise the roof is what we came to do
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| Blazin through, blazin through You know how we rock
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| Raise the roof is what we came to do Smiff-N-Wess-N-Lex set up shop
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| Attack mode, time to strike like a cobra
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| Poisonous venom into your system killin you slower
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| Than niggas with blowers to your jugular
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| My brother’s keeper but I put my brother to sleep
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| If my brother try to creep up
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| You know my son, show respect when I’m rockin the podium
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| Steam-rollin on niggas, my team straight blowin em
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| Got em Throwin they Gunz In The Air like Onyx
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| Chef and Smiff-N-Wessun crime shit, New York’s finest
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| Let me warn y’all killas upstairs
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| I seen all y’all, heavy like fuck, thinkin my niggas might flaw y’all
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| Blow ya ammo, Shallah seen the god fly commando
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| Handle, gun on my leg, blow his hand off
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| I’m lookin at you why, like «fuck, you probably think I’m high»
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| Seems luck, chain around my neck, bought it from E-gypt
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| Me what? |
| Hennesy drink, mahogany guns, we treesed up
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| Come out your shirt, buckle knees-up
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| This Casablanca rap nigga throw some cheese up
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| Let’s poly, slow-mo status, bring the keys up
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| Wonderin, runners is lookin mighty fees’d up
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| Right stupid, FBI sell em guns
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| Make this money, niggas hold up guns
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| Armed full of licks, plus your dick, drop your ones
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| Baby need new shoes and a outfit
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| I see you stick-up kids, you came wit the dick lick
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| You see my set of twin-hitmen from Bushwick?
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| Two chicks wit the twenty-two tecs, bitch
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| You heard about em
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| Now open up the circle so the dice can breathe
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| Pay you double, if you triple, if you push you pay me
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| Gotta poly wit ya crew to stack ya loot up
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| Get your weight up, big up, pull ya boots up
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| If you step into the club wit your guns up
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| If the tension’s on your mind then raise the roof up
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| You gotta keep it in the fam, stack ya loot up
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| Get your weight up, big up, pull ya boots up
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| When you step into the club wit ya guns up
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| If the tension’s on your mind, then raise the roof up
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| Raise the roof up, raise the roof up
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| Never before we came to raise the roof up
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| Raise the roof up, raise the roof up
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| Still in all we came to raise the roof up
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| Minolta flash
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| Gun in the stash
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| Rollin for mo' hash
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| Tek, why you slap fire out em, hold fast
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| These niggas gotta pay the hard way
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| Three the hard way
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| Allah swingin on em like a San Diego Padre
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| You heard what the god say, let’s start this
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| Professional marksman, swimmin like killa sharks
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| We lethal and heartless
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| On point like a dart, bitch
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| Bomb your camp if you want this
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| Connect wit convicts on some Don shit
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| And spread the camouflage cats to get the money in Stat
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| Go to war like Saadam if he pushes you that
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| Keep his movements discreet when he out in the streets
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| Had to stash built to high heat for those who creep
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| Ha, peep the ghetto bastards
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| Run in your crib like two masked men
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| I run wit a Tek, and we ain’t askin, we blastin
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| Chef brought the extra cannon from Staten
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| Rhyme official live broadcastin, makin it happen
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| You gotta make power moves, black guns and cash rules
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| Hold my eight straight cuz I been payin dues
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| Wave king from way back tryin to make a mill stack
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| Miami money cats that leave you layin down flat
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| Gotta poly wit ya crew to stack ya loot up
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| Get your weight up, big up, pull ya boots up
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| If you step into the club wit your guns up
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| If the tension’s on your mind then raise the roof up
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| You gotta keep it in the fam, stack ya loot up
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| Get your weight up, big up, pull ya boots up
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| When you layin in the cut wit ya guns tucked
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| If the tension’s on your mind, then raise the roof up
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| Raise the roof up, raise the roof up
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| Never before we came to raise the roof up
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| Raise the roof up, raise the roof up
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| Still in all we came to raise the roof up
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| It’s on again
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| Word up, put your hands down
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| Word up, this shit is multi
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| Y’all gonna see it, word up
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| Smiff, Wess, Lex
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| The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
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| From the projects, phony projects
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| Next!
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| (We don’t need no water, like the Cocoa B’s burn)
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| (Gotta poly wit your crew to stack ya loot up)
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| (Get ya weight up, big up, pull ya boots up)
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| (When you step into the club wit the guns up)
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| (If the tension’s on your mind, then raise the roof up) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Black Trump , by - Cocoa Brovaz. Song from the album Wu-Chronicles, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп