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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

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 me 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

Let me warn y'all killas upstairs
I seen all y'all, heavy like fuck
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
"Fuck, you probably think I'm high"
Seems luck, chain around my neck, bought it from Egypt

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 these guns

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

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, right
Never before we came to raise the roof up
Raise the roof up, right, raise the roof up
Microphone politicians
Still in all we came to raise the roof up

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

You heard what the God say
Let's start this
Professional marksma
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

And spread the camouflage cats
To get the money in Stat
Go to war like Sadaam
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

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
You gotta make power moves, black guns and cash rules
Hold my eight straight 'cuz I been payin' dues
Wave king from way back tryin' to make a mill stack
Miami money cats that leave you layin' down flat

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 tucked
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 layin' in the cut wit ya guns tucked
If the tension's on your mind, then raise the roof up

Raise the roof up, raise the roof up
Raise the roof, we came to raise the roof up
(What?)
Raise the roof up, raise the roof up
Raise the roof, we came to raise the roof up
(It's on again)

Raise the roof up, raise the roof up
Raise the roof, we came to raise the roof up
(Word up, put your hands down)
Raise the roof up, raise the roof up
Raise the roof, we came to raise the roof up
(Word up, this shit is multi, y'all gonna see it, word up)
(Smiff, Wess, Lex)

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
(From the projects, phony projects next)
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
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
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      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 me 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      Let me warn y'all killas upstairs   I seen all y'all, heavy like fuck   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   "Fuck, you probably think I'm high"   Seems luck, chain around my neck, bought it from Egypt      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 these guns      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      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, right   Never before we came to raise the roof up   Raise the roof up, right, raise the roof up   Microphone politicians   Still in all we came to raise the roof up      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      You heard what the God say   Let's start this   Professional marksma   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      And spread the camouflage cats   To get the money in Stat   Go to war like Sadaam   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      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   You gotta make power moves, black guns and cash rules   Hold my eight straight 'cuz I been payin' dues   Wave king from way back tryin' to make a mill stack   Miami money cats that leave you layin' down flat      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 tucked   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 layin' in the cut wit ya guns tucked   If the tension's on your mind, then raise the roof up      Raise the roof up, raise the roof up   Raise the roof, we came to raise the roof up   (What?)   Raise the roof up, raise the roof up   Raise the roof, we came to raise the roof up   (It's on again)      Raise the roof up, raise the roof up   Raise the roof, we came to raise the roof up   (Word up, put your hands down)   Raise the roof up, raise the roof up   Raise the roof, we came to raise the roof up   (Word up, this shit is multi, y'all gonna see it, word up)   (Smiff, Wess, Lex)      The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire   (From the projects, phony projects next)   The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire   The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire   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