Buddha Monk - Raise the Roof lyrics

[Hook: Buddha Monk] Raise the roof, raise the roof, from sun up to sun down, we Raise the roof, raise the roof, from sun up to sun down, we Raise the roof, raise the roof, from sun up to sun down, we [Buddha Monk] As I, raise the roof, ya'll labels regroup Stashing, saying sh** and rules that never happen But Daddy Warbucks still rated five mics Drunk off of Henny, grinding a** all night She give good head, my love, daddy sling pipe Asking, 'was that you I saw last night?' Yea, that was me, BET bling, feeling on this thing-thing Number one, on your video screen You can catch it on Cita or Funkmaster Flex The Ba**ment, 106, play it at eight, kid Nothing but greatness, tune in ya faces Ya'll like it so much, even playa haters played it I make it, just to let you know who's the greatest Brooklyn, my town, the one that keeps taking it Don't need a hundred troops, just a gun and Timbs boots Black shirt, black pants, and a black mask Disrespect this and I'll touch you fast Lay that a** up with a coma or relapse Do you think that you need this trouble where you sleep at I was taught don't sh** where you eat at [Chorus: Buddha Monk] Raise the roof, raise the roof Raise the roof, raise the roof Raise the roof, raise the roof Raise the roof, raise the roof [Buddha Monk] I was, born a hustler, so I'mma stay a hustler Run wit the click whose slugs will cut ya My getty up n***as, love to ante up n***as Tear up six figures, send hollow points, deliver I dare ya'll to make one move, from here, ya'll It'll be, doctor send EMS here Newsflash, Daddy Warbucks done k**ed that a** Had no remorse, just let his gun talk Grew up, and crimed up, where at? By New York Avenue, St. Marx, where the guns bark Whether day or dark, I ain't afraid to let it off If it's beef, n***a, then we gonna get it on So f** with me wrong, then my thug'll start bugging, whoa, you dead I ain't never been scared, the dome will tear the flesh If it's murder she wrote, then BK be gun notes, n***a [Chorus]