[Featuring Raekwon]

Intro: [Steele] {Raekwon}

I had to get some real professionals for the job son

{Numero cats}

Word Up

Word Up

{Straight Blazin}

Blazin through (x6)

[Steele]

Pack mode time to strike like a cobra

Poisonous venom through your system killin' you slower

Niggaz blowin through each other

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You know me son show respect when I'm rockin the ?

Steam rollin on niggaz my team straight blowin 'em

Got em throwin they gunz in tha air like Onyx

Test the Smif-n-wessun, crew niggaz ?

[Raekwon]

Let me warn y'all killaz upstairs, i see all y'all

heavy like balls, niggaz 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 fuck you probably think i'm high

What, chain around my like bluff, headin for egypt

hennessey drink, mohaggany gunz

Trees duck, come out yo shirt

Buckle knees duck, like a rag nigga, throw some weed up

It's cassablanca 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 FBI throw his gunz up

[Tek]

Vegaz money niggaz holdin gunz

armed for the lift, bustin, pussys 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

2 hits wit da 2 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: (repeat 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

[Steele & Raekwon]

Minolta flash, gun in da stash

homin 4 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

[Steele]

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

[Tek]

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

[Steele]

Keep the ghetto bashers, when in your crib like 2 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

[Tek]

You gotta make power moves, black gunz & cash rule

Hold my 8 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)

raze da roof up, word up (x7)

guess who's the Black trump (x6)

Chorus x2

Writer : CORY WOODS, D. YATES, T. WILLIAMS, HINSON
Copyright : Lyrics © UNIVERSAL MUSIC-CAREERS