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Текст песни Hell Razah f 7th Ambassador, Baghdad - This Is 4 My GG`z

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[Chorus: Hell Razah]+This Is 4 My GG`z+, on the corner gettin mad cheeseWide g`s, wit them O.Z.`s+This Is 4 My GG`z+, workin hard gotta feed they seedsYou either draw blood or you bleed+This Is 4 My GG`z+, up north gettin no v`sWorkin hard, tryna feed they seeds+This Is 4 My GG`z+, on the corner gettin mad cheeseIn they crib, blowin mad trees[Hell Razah]I want money for this black Christ portraitPlaques in my office, one phone call, find ya corpse in the coffinI hit like mob bosses, cautious, don`t get nauseous, when I record thisOn a 24-track to a cordless, the way the rhyme shine son, know the coursesI`m like Tyson wit no losses, you ain`t hot wit that wack chorusDon`t get it gassed up and die, touristYou out ya orbit, you might catch a nine TaurusNot the horoscope, buff arms are dope, that palm the toastIn the streets where it`s bombs to copeYoung g`s stay trippin when they moms is brokeCops got `em tellin, blocks is too hot for sellinMy pop give me a straight shot of Corel 7Biggie and Pac made me cop another pale sevenBefore I trust out-of-town felonsUnder the white clouds of heaven, project dead-endsOf snake friends, hoodies and TimbsCould it be +Grandz+, we used to be, closer than skinI seen sex in the eyes of the un-godlyHotties wit Halle Barry bodiesIn dark parties, Dark Bacardi, my pen tear apart armiesI need paper to back down how it saferSince Diallo tell me how it got safer, hater, hater[Chorus][Baghdad]You can`t be G., I be the key to street prisonersI get it hot and turn fans into air conditionersWe can rattle for each other`s listenerWe got heat that will leak through the beek of the police commisionerYou ain`t light until your darkness, you floss and become a targetA gangsta die like it wasn`t nothinYou know your click don`t want no conflictA shotgun under my armpit, I put your mind on the carpetChocolate, got my brain cookin like an omletteBrooklyn, we be that borough, that you do the song witI call chicks like Max Julian, the hooliganBout to blow like Hurricane Floyd, blew me inI use the pen like it was a mack 10 for rappinSo I don`t like you right now, and I ain`t like you back thenAnd that`s my word, niggas got a deal off of actinCuz when I see them on a the real, ain`t nothin crackinCats returnin when they get a job in ManhattanAnd wonder why the fuckin ghetto won`t let them back in...All my GG`z on our thrust, let`s get money[Chorus][7th Ambassador]What I search for, during my daysIs the best way outta this maze, without makin myselfA early grave, livin life like a runaway slaveWho slayed his master, as it was written in the chaptersHell that`s sick that by the wicked pastorsI roll through this ghetto labryith, for witness to madnessDone by the average man and the savageTakin me back through the passage, ressurected like LazarusIn this wilderness, it`s hazardous to ya healthNiggas like crabs in a pot that`s goin out for they selfOr pull a gat off the rack of the shelf, from basically eatAnd watch you faggot niggas sent straight to hellAnd tell the Devil that my name is ZobadiaAnd flamin fire, the same brother ain`t playin no games+Ghetto Government+ campaign, advance brainsOn the rampage, dim ya lights like a lampshadeDance to ya grave nigga, I hold a gauge why they into or notWhile the trigger in my pants layTear ya face off wit the explosive force wit a hand grenadeFuck ya fame, this ain`t no game[Chorus]

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