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Hell Razah
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| Ghetto Love
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[Movie Sample]
Well its like this
I come home every evening and everything
And shes always accused me of cheating
Cheating, everyday, everyday...
%7B*phone rings*%7D
[Intro - Baghdad]
Aiyo, yo, yo let me talk to you for a minute
Let me talk to you for a minute
Im sayin, you always be on that bullshit
Im sayin, Im out here doin this shit
KnowhatImsayin? You think Im hangin out
And shit, fuck that man
Word up man, Im doin this shit
You see this shit, dont be listenin, man
You on that fuckin bullshit everyday
Everytime I try to talk to you, be on that shit
[Chorus - all]
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love (x2)
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love
[Baghdad]
Most selected, chocolate complected
I nicknamed Nightlite before I sexed it
The heart reflect it
You aint right, you aint a virgin
But you want to get married in white
Be a wife in the second stage part of ya life
Get a divorce, just to escape wit the ice
Beside ya job, ya rather be slobbin the knob
Just because a nigga be drivin a car
Hittin it raw by the stove on the kitchen floor
On the phone wit his boys callin you some hot whore
How much more, fever can you catch before
You learn a lesson and understand what Ive been manifestin
Grow up and stop actin like a adolesence
Come from behind the shadows and be my moon crescent
[Interlude - Baghdad]
See thats the shit man
Every time I turn around, man
Word up, man, you think Im out fuckin wit these groupies, man
Aint that time for that shit
Tryin to do this man
Tryin to do this as a family, tryin get the money
Niggas thinkin Im fuckin hangin out and shit
Smokin weed and just hangin out in the corner
But until you be up in there man
We takin it wild, we doin shit in the studio
What do you expect, just to go lyin and shit
Word up, man
[Chorus x2]
[Hell Razah]
We had two kids, two sets of keys to the crib
Talks on the Brooklyn Bridge, receive and give
Knowledge, how to eat and live, and teach a wiz
Corrupt seed bring forth corrupt fruits
I seem to notice that you change when you touch loot
And every nigga in a Range aint the one, boo
We had a rose, beautiful but yet deadly
I was wit you in ya mind, body and soul
Money and clothes make young girls wanna be hoes
In the nail salon, polish all their fingers and toes
You was chose to be loyal and I be there for you
Night, you can only smell my frank incense oil
lonely, tempted by gifts the nigga bought you
Guilty, talk about other bullshit I taught you
Leavin you a message every time I call you
Voicemail from a top choice female
My pearl in a oyster at the bottom of a seashell
She said I do crime and Imma see jail
Kids are goin criminal, just to eat well
My woman cant be strong when she got a weak male
I need a man to land on, whenever plans fell
[Chorus x2]
[Outro - Baghdad]
Word man, I fuck that
Hand me that bullshit, Im out, man
Word up, Im out
You see that shit you be doin
I cant fuck you
Then you wanna call me
Talkin about you sorry, knowhatImsayin
You best to stay, I aint got time for that
Every time I turn around, you try to accuse me
Of messin wit somebody
Ya friends, sisters, brothers, uncles, nephew
You never see me, but you always listen to somebody else
Every time I turn around
If it aint you cousin
Its your brothers, friends, uncles nephew
Its always somethin
Word up, it can happen
It can happen, it can happen
Yo you aint see it, it can happen |
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14.Oct.2001 13:10:39 |
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01.Jan.1970 01:01:00 |
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