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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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(feat. Ol' Dirty Bastard)
(Tash) What's yo' name? What's yo' naaaaaame? (ODB) *burp* My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard... and I'ma Alkaholik (Tash) Yeah me too nigga (ODB) *singin some crazy shit* (Tash) You're now rockin with Tha Liks so start reachin for the ozone I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch While I'm leavin niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French But it's all Olde English that I'm bringin from beneath Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth Cause I make words Connect like Westside when I test glide my drunken lyrical hanglider, nobody's tighter than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya So I know the three words (Tash'll kill ya) sound familiar I filter out the weak everytime I speak I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go (beep) I'm def-da-fyin, you rappin like my client Tryin to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant BE QUIET! This is Likwidation from the West Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest (Ol Dirty Bastard) Yo, yo, breaker breaker breaker one-nine I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine Cause she thought she was fine She winked at me, I thought it was fine This nigga poutin, this hoe was mine I had the alcohol in me, took my time Let a nigga ro-tate turn on the table Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego What? You the king in the chair on my ground The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round Scavenger nigga, youse a shrimp, a full line of shit my ear can't digest it Stop drinkin all that motherfuckin water, let's take it to the land So I can Godzilla up your sheeit, Mr. Tiny Tim man Niggaz be creepin up my beanstalk When I start to come down on your fuckin asses Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts Motherfucker WHAT!! (J-Ro) The Ro pimped the flow like a hoe, so I should rap on the mack-raphone My rhymes hittin hard enough to crack a bone I divide square MC's like math Bend you in half and drink a Genuine Draft I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum When he's layin on the ground, I let my Dog Scrilla chop him (Switch reels) I feels its all about skills The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson/Holyfield Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners My style is wild, like G's or the pistolas No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask We can Fight the Power like this was P.E. class I Bomb Squads like Hank Shock Peace to my nigga Scott puttin stickers on the block *burp* I drink more Brewsters than Punky It's the further adventures of the hip-hop drunkies *chorus* You bithces are hoes Put it in ya like my motherfuckin hoe or in your butthole/earhole Whever the fuck it goes (repeat 2X) (Ol Dirty) Yeah, yo, yo, yo No disrespect to any architect Who tried to perfect, oh what the heck I'm a MC director, rhyme inspector Rated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector (J-Ro) Its the Packtown original b-boy I'm rappin What's happenin, so dope got the pope clappin I'm smackin, on some chicken, what you kickin You trickin, while I'm vickin hoes you stick your dick in (Tash) Step outta place, Tash'll smack your taste out your face Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes So you betta (make room) when you hear the (boom boom) (Ol Dirty (rapping like RZA)) Hey sugar plum, how can you assume That the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune I'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler One on one at your rap seminar Beware of the Hard Way, Three's the Hard Way At you fuckers... (J-Ro) So aiyyo, my name is J-Ro And my style is so dope they call it ya-yo I don't rap fast, I love green grass Nuttin nice on the mic, call me a mean ass (Ol Dirty (still rapping like RZA)) Extra da-llama, bring hahaha Extra extra bring the da-llama Verse a better one, then slice-a-versa God acre, massacre murdered Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel You're just rhyme to survive streets True beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics Like the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic true God but my dick is my lightning rob Hoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo... (Tash) See this the type of shit niggaz don't try at home I come funkin up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne With the megadrunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin Niggaz lookin at me like, 'Tash is up to somethin' (Get drunk and I stumbled) but I didn't come to trip I came to bring it to ya humb-le Tumb-le all your plots and all your plans Ol Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin man! *outro* It's the Likwid crew Comin through with Ol Dirty from the Wu Passin your party, jettin out with allt he brew So what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do? (repeat 2X) |
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My puglistic linguistic rapping is a mixture of slug 'em in Slug 'em in Plug 'em in plug 'em in Come to spread it The world exclusive Check it From the underground producers Turn your face stone like Medusa Slap dick on a wicked pitch ...... sons Those who burn hurt turn nuns I be jumpin' through the flame With the name B.O.B.B.Y. Makin' a hobby Smoke the honey dip got my throat groggy You doo-doo brain dirtbag derelict dumbfuck What the fuck is wrong with you dickhead? Numb-nuts Just because you made a song or two What's the balance due on your royalties? Record companies spoil me As the ... hot oil me Fuck that savage back up Wu-Tang step inside the club Niggas might act up One potato Smack you like the crossfader Rap data, ...... the elevators Escape the projects, livin' inside the skyscraper Fuck that I'm takin' back the forty acres ...... nature (Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby) [Ras Kass] (Huh) Yo, my Eve called 1-Adam-12, I got arrested At first she protested But only the seventh son of ... had the power Before the Midori Sour with red cherries Hereditary trait, seeking salvation like the Cranberries Wrote Murder with Angela Lansbury often Til my biological clock stops and my casket falls We sell tix<Celtics>like Boston basketball C-arson was askin' y'all Is Ras Kass the last to fall victim for wearin' no mask at all? No gimmicks, just me bein' me But you ain't bendin' or offendin' me Cuz anyways Hennessy used to be a better friend to me But I had to stop drinkin' so many pints (Why?) 'Cuz the tendency to forget It ain't baseball, America's favorite national pastime is white supremacy Never seen a nigga granted clemency My metaphors is meta-five My styles go up in your ... little boy, you get fucked, like pedophiles When it's all said and done I'ma retire to an island in the Caymans Enslavin' caucasians livin' off your mama's life savings I take it all in stride Dennis Rodmans laced to the side This nigga glide, like Clyde My hands was tied Silent cries screamed genocide When two-thirds of the planet died in the end The end justifies the means The end is power (Power) Power corrupts absolute power corrupts absolutely Young black man, let us begin (2X |
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