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Hell Razah
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| Hood For Life
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[Movie Sample]:
Hey can I play ya boys a tune?
%09Go on old man, beat it
Come on, play one free...
%09%09%7B*gun shots*%7D
%09You son of a bitch
%09%09Get him out of here, get him out of here!
%09Let go of me
You white nigga
%09%09%7B*another gun shot*%7D
[Newscast]:
...they make you unpopular at sleepovers but...
...researchers at a clinic in Franklin, Germany found...
[Hell Razah]:
Straight ghetto nigga, 718 to the 303 bitches
Its all about drug shipments, welfare recepients wait for Clinton
Meanwhile we got no food in the kitchen
Grandmothers turn Christian
Try to warn you but you aint listen
Now its phone calls from prison
Daddy little girl is missin, 13 when she started kissin
She came in late, pops was flippin
Mamas boy, sold his cracks to be employed
A lonely sin, we caught in this trap, to be destroyed
Lookin out a cab window, the same babies in the carriage
Now sell endo, carry ya info, ya sore losers
They cant win so they spray rumors
Corrupt cops either lock or shoot us
We love the hood where the ghetto respect, Nat Turner
The burner be my mind first amendment
Said it cuz I meant it, dont care about those who get offended
I rock like Jimi Hendrix, me and my kin drip
Street corner experts, in jeans and a sweatshirt
Teammates kick dirt for cream and the network
We back and get stab for that cash money bag
You aint a thug cuz a chain, gun and doo rag
New car, new lab, powerful weed just two drags
Puffin on the regular, be careful who you follow yo
Someone to push a Bentley, but they aint ready though
Someone to be an MC, and on the radio
Some sell +Yae Yo+, its tricks in they ghett-i-o
Bitch where my cash go, you just like the last ho
Guiliani fuckin up the crack flow, we let gats blow
Switch the colors on the capsules, turn projects to castles
You ever heard of the Black Jews, you see us on the 6 oclock news
[Chorus 2X - Hell Razah]
Its all real in the hood Im in (*3X*)
Niggas live here, niggas die here
[Hell Razah]
I was raised inside hell, last heard, +Supreme Clientele+
Find me in the jungle where the lions dwell
Bust my gun til my palm got a iron smell
Youse a dick head to think that I aint sell
The streets is death row, you Al Gore die in jail
I got a flow like Myriams Well
My dean mayor blood sells, relate to the Tribe of Israel
From a twelve inch I can ring bells
No gimmicks, take a rap superstar behind limits
Make you talk about the new God who sound different
Niggas hate it when Sharon spit
I put the aim on the target, walk up, make sure I hit it
All I need is 4 minutes, to fuck bitches
And to scream on critics, ya cant fuck wit it
I leave ya writers blocked up, dont stuck wit it
So sick of goin in, its all business
Niggas like to buy shit before Christmas
2002 Im sellin 4 disses
I give life to the death wisses, breath of life to the death kisses
Im one shot, no misses
[Chorus 2X] |
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14.Oct.2001 13:10:58 |
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22.May.2004 16:05:34 |
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