Ghostface k**ah - The Roosevelts lyrics

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Ghostface k**ah - The Roosevelts lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface k**ah] Yeah waasup ya'll, we in the building Theordore motherf**eer! Yeah, Tokyo Tribe 2, Saru santa, Mushasino goonie Ya'll n***as know how the f** we get down, it's all real J-Love in the building, this how we take it [Ghostface k**ah] I told them up the block n***as to fall back Dope fiends is dropping, crack heads buggin off Prozack Whoa, ghetto celeb, shark skin threads Chicks, we dont f** em unless we take em like three in the bed Jumped and bagged up something heavy Some mothers resort to getting rich off Newports Back and forth to Delaware and VA Yeah you can't blow, they takes hella years Base heads taste my sh** like "Starks, what the hell's in there? Usually millionares really rare Yellow Lamborghini with mustard suade seats with a bar in there Even your seeds had a benatar play pen Your moms is taken, she got shot during number runs A visa, jeans, buck fifty when a drilla(?) come And his sister gave birth to a k**er son And that be yours n***a, you gon regulate the globe With your arm and your big world tours [Chorus: Trife Diesel] Gun in hand, makin moves in Japan, living off land Half a kilo in the closet, sitting on grams TU be the grahm cracker, shells like clams If we don't know you, then we'll blow you, only f**ing with fam Historicle name, Theodore, n***a, we be the Roosevelts Shoot flames like Godzilla, it make the soldiers melt Tokyo Tribe, DJ Muro, king of the digging Crazy yen spending like ?winnin? [Raekwon] Diggin daddy, ammo is brolic Fila sneakers and suade goose, walked in the joint like a paid scholer Give me all my chedder in fives Light blue, five fifty by the door, i had my ho with the nine How you feeling soldier? Fill up my gla** Threw my hand on his neck, my ring scratched him, that's six, carry smash Of course he ain't want none, took it like a trooper, then walked this New York n***a ?? got cash Plus his fiends mad loyal Seen him under the building, and after five n***as turned the Shooters on hood soil And the judges love him He threw a baby in one of the cufflinks daughters, and six months later he snubbed him Had CNN wildin, the Staten Island veteran smiling See through Johnny ??, stomach still growling Some Japan n***a, and the fam with him, holding some thing I think he bought Burger King, he got strings tho [Chorus] [Outro: Raekwon] We gon talk real talk n***a Straight up, bring that paper out man That's the only thing we respect n***a, you gotta stay fresh n***a And you gotta have money n***a You put all that b**h sh** to the side right now, and talk about major sh** Word up man, Icewater Inc, a bunch of dalmations man We gona n***a, uno, my n***a Muro, DJ Muro rather, Saru hold it down Lex Leonardo n***a, we gone n***a

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