I had to get some real professionals for the job son
{Numero cats}
Word Up
Word Up
{Straight blazin'}
Blazin' through
Blazin' through
Blazin' through
Blazin' through
Blazin' through
Blazin' through
Pack mode time to strike like a cobra
Poisonous venom through your system killin' you slower
Niggas blowin' through each other
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You know me son show respect when I'm rockin the ?
Steam rollin' on niggas my team straight blowin' 'em
Got em throwin' they gunz in tha air like Onyx
Test the Smif-n-wessun, crew niggas ?
Let me warn y'all killas upstairs, I see all y'all
Heavy like balls, niggas I might blow y'all
Your ammo see y'all court block, blowin' up ya ammo
Handle gun on the ledge I might blow his hand off
Lookin' at you wide like f******u probably think I'm high
What, chain around my like bluff, headin for Egypt
Hennessey drink, mahogany guns
Trees duck, come out yo shirt
Buckle knees duck, like a rag nigga, throw some weed up
It's Casablanca rag throw some g's up
Let's poly slow motion status, bring the keys up
Wonderin' runners is lookin' mighty feesed up
Right suit bitch F-B-I throw his gunz up
Vegaz money niggaz holdin' gunz
Armed for the lift, bustin', p***y's up
Yo baby need new shoes and a outfit
I see ya stick up kidz ya come wit, the dick lick
Swing hit limp from bushwick
Two hits wit da to deck shit
Ya heard about 'em now open up ya shirt
And sew the tag see green
Ya double, if ya triple, ya bitch push me
[Chorus: x2]
Got a poly wit ya crew stickin' loot up
Ya big up weight throw ya boots up
If ya step into da club wit ya gunz up
Puttin' pictures on mine ta raze da roof up
Gotta keep it in da fam, check, check it out
Minolta flash, gun in da stash
Homin for both hats
Tek why ya slap fire out em, hold fast
Bitchez gotta pay da hard way, Allah swingin on 'em
Like a San Diego Padre
You first went da godz way, say lets start way
Professional marksmen, swimmin' like killin' sharks
We leak, feelin' heartless
On point like a dart shit
Bomb Yo camp if you want this
Connect with convicts, on some John shit
Switch do camouflage, cat get the money in fact
Go to war like Japan, if you push and do dat
Keep his movements to 3, when he out in da streetz
Keep the stash filled with high heat, when drove the streetz
Keep the ghetto bashers, when in your crib like to mash men
When I run wit a tek and we ain't askin', we blastin'
Chef wit da extra cannon from Staten
Rhyme official live, bust caps when makin 'it happen
You gotta make power moves, black gunz and cash rule
Hold my eight straight, 'cause I been payin' dues
Wave kid from way back tryin' to make a mil stack
When Miami money cats will leave you layin' down flat
[Chorus: x3]
[Repeat: x7]
Raze da roof up, word up
[Repeat: x6]
Guess who's the Black trump
[Chorus: x2]
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Black Trump - Wu-Tang Clan, Raekwon and Cocoa Brovaz
