[Intro: Hell Razah]
(Yeah, y-y-yeah, yeah)
(Yeah yeah, y-y-yeah yeah)
H E double L, raise `em up, what?
(Yeah) Come on, know what I`m sayin?
(It`s like the blind leading the blind)
Niggaz be walkin around with blind folds on
Thinkin it was all good, right?
They thought, thought we wasn`t gon` continue on right?
But y`all niggaz fell asleep
[Hell Razah] + (Trebag)
When you thought it was the winter time it started to chill
(We keep it hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot)
A lot of cats stop bein hungry after they deal
Let`s get money, we make it sweet
(Stop stop s-stop stop s-stop stop)
Ain`t no comin up in Red Hook thinkin you ill
They try to come back to the neighborhood
(We got it locked locked l-locked locked l-locked locked)
Y`all can shine for these ho`s wit cha diamonds and wheel
Tell y`all have a little fun right now)
(Until it drop drop d-drop drop d-drop drop)
[Hell Razah]
I stay street like a bodega
Razah be the alpha to ya omegas
Y`all gettin nosy like my old neighbors
Did he blow? Do he drive?
Talk about me every time I pass by
Sippin my wine with the fiery eyes
Armageddon movin close by
I toast to the only Most High
Here to stomp out egos and pride
Soon to blow like when worlds collide
Me and music be a groom and the bride
I catch niggaz when they real high
Walkin out they studio time
Ain`t no comin out, I gotta choose tai
From hearin new rhymes, pack two nines
When I decide whoever that - givin bad rhymes
Those with double minds better choose sides
God amendment, my father house is mini-mansions
Price of life, it ain`t worth gamblin or chancin
It ain`t over `til I bring my camp in
Cut ya heads off like the braids of Samson
(Yeah yeah y-yeah)
[Chorus: Hell Razah]
Y`all wanna blow in the first week?
We can do that too
Y`all wanna start your own label?
We can do that too
Y`all wanna drive bangin whips?
We can do that too
Y`all wanna open bank accounts?
We can do that too
Y`all wanna take up all the chicks?
We can do that too
Y`all wanna represent your hood?
We can do that too too too
[Hell Razah (Trebag)]
What the fuck you thought? I wasn`t comin back with ghetto super
Niggaz changed cause they got a little ad in The Source
Play the game, fuck the fame, put yo brains in yo beef lo mein`s
Scared niggaz better tuck in ya chains
Street cats turned industry now, just to be down
And still can`t be heard if they signed with Loud
A lotta ho`s when they in ya weed clouds, unbutton they blouse
Waitin to be the first draft pick out the crowd
It`s just a circus cause y`all some fashobi clowns
You know damn well you owe and that you stole that crown
Your mindstate hold infinite rounds, surround sound
When I let off, ya grandmoms a getty get down
I kick shit that make a lyricist lounge sniff you out like a bloodhound
For comin up wit wack ass styles
Remember me like ya address
We`re leavin you with holes in ya vest (BA BLAOW!)
And droppin bombs like I`m rollin with Flex
