Black Trump

Lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon sample] "Guess who's the Black Trump" {*repeated in background during entire song*} [Intro: 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 "leke leke" 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 Smif-N-Wess and Lex set up shop [Verse 1: Steele] Attack mode, time to strike like a cobra Poisonous venom into your system, killin' you slower Than niggas with blowers to your jugular My brother's keeper But I'd 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 Smif-N-Wessun crime shit, New York's finest [Verse 2: Raekwon] Let me warn y'all killas upstairs I seen all y'all, heavy like fuck, thinkin' my niggas might floor y'all Blow ya ammo, Shallah, see the god, fly commando Handle, gun on my leg, blow his hand off I'm lookin at you wild, like "Fuck, you probably think I'm high" Seems luck, chain around my neck, bought it from E-gypt Me what? Hennessy drink, mahogany guns, we trees'ed up Come out your shirt, buckle knees up This Casablanca rap, nigga, throw some cheese up Let's poli', slow-mo status, bring the keys up Wonderin', runners is lookin mighty freezed up Write stupid, FBI cell, appease us [Verse 3: 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 with the .22 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 [Hook: Tek, Steele & Raekwon] Gotta poli' 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' ya 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 fall, we came to raise the roof up (Right...) Raise the roof up, raise the roof up (Right...) Still in all, we came to raise the roof up (Microphone politicians) [Interlude: Raekwon, Steele & Tek] Minolta flash Gun in the stash Rollin for mo' hash Tek, why you slap fire out 'em? Hold fast These niggas gotta pay the hard way Three the hard way Allah swingin' on em like a San Diego Padre [Verse 4: Steele] You heard what the God say, let's start this Professional marksman Swimmin' like killer 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 [Verse 5: Tek] Respect the camouflage cats that get the money in Stat Go to war like Saddam if he pushed to do that Keep his movements discrete when he out in the streets Had the stash built to hide heat for those who creep [Verse 6: 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' (What?) Chef brought the extra cannon from Staten Rhyme official, live broadcastin', makin' it happen [Verse 7: 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 see a mill' stack Miami money cats that leave you layin' down flat [Hook: Tek, Steele & Raekwon] Gotta poli' wit' ya crew to stack ya loot up (Loot up) Get your weight up, big up, pull ya boots up When you layin' in the cut wit' ya guns tucked If the tension's on your mind then raise the roof up You gotta keep it in the fam, stack ya loot up (Loot up) Get your weight up, big up, pull ya boots up When you layin' in the cut wit the guns tucked If the tension's on your mind, then raise the roof up Raise the roof up, raise the roof up (What) Never fall, 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 [Outro: Raekwon] It's on again Word up, put your hands down Word up, this shit is multi– Y'all finna see it, word up Smif, Wess, Lex Another project – for the projects; next! (The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire...) (We don't need no water, let the Cocoa B's burn) (You gotta poli' 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)