Black Trump Lyrics
| Song | Black Trump |
| Artist | Cocoa Brovas |
| Album | The Rude Awakening |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| *sample repeated in background during entire song* | |
| "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 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 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 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 | |
| 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) |
| sample repeated in background during entire song | |
| " 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 smiffnwessnlex 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 | |
| Steamrollin on niggas, my team straight blowin em | |
| Got em throwin they gunz in the air like onyx | |
| Chef and smiffnwessun crime shit, new york' s finest | |
| raekwon | |
| 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 kneesup | |
| This casablanca rap nigga throw some cheese up | |
| Let' s poly, slowmo 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 stickup kids, you came wit the dick lick | |
| You see my set of twinhitmen from bushwick? | |
| Two chicks wit the twentytwo 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 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 | |
| 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 |
| sample repeated in background during entire song | |
| " 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 smiffnwessnlex 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 | |
| Steamrollin on niggas, my team straight blowin em | |
| Got em throwin they gunz in the air like onyx | |
| Chef and smiffnwessun crime shit, new york' s finest | |
| raekwon | |
| 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 kneesup | |
| This casablanca rap nigga throw some cheese up | |
| Let' s poly, slowmo 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 stickup kids, you came wit the dick lick | |
| You see my set of twinhitmen from bushwick? | |
| Two chicks wit the twentytwo 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 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 | |
| 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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