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Текст песни Hell Razah - Intro

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[Movie Sample]:Hey can I play ya boys a tune? Go on old man, beat itCome on, play one free... {*gun shots*} You son of a bitch Get him out of here, get him out of here! Let go of meYou white nigga {*another gun shot*}[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 bitchesIt`s all about drug shipments, welfare recepients wait for ClintonMeanwhile we got no food in the kitchenGrandmother`s turn ChristianTry to warn you but you ain`t listenNow it`s phone calls from prisonDaddy little girl is missin`, 13 when she started kissin`She came in late, pops was flippin`Mama`s boy, sold his cracks to be employedA lonely sin, we caught in this trap, to be destroyedLookin` out a cab window, the same babies in the carriageNow sell endo, carry ya info, ya sore losersThey can`t win so they spray rumorsCorrupt cops either lock or shoot usWe love the hood where the ghetto respect, Nat TurnerThe burner be my mind first amendmentSaid it cuz I meant it, don`t care about those who get offendedI rock like Jimi Hendrix, me and my kin dripStreet corner experts, in jeans and a sweatshirtTeammates kick dirt for cream and the networkWe back and get stab for that cash money bagYou ain`t a thug cuz a chain, gun and doo ragNew car, new lab, powerful weed just two dragsPuffin` on the regular, be careful who you follow yoSomeone to push a Bentley, but they ain`t ready thoughSomeone to be an MC, and on the radioSome sell +Yae Yo+, it`s tricks in they ghett-i-oBitch where my cash go, you just like the last hoGuiliani fuckin up the crack flow, we let gats blowSwitch the colors on the capsules, turn projects to castlesYou ever heard of the Black Jews, you see us on the 6 o`clock news[Chorus 2X - Hell Razah]It`s all real in the hood I`m 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 dwellBust my gun til my palm got a iron smellYou`se a dick head to think that I ain`t sellThe streets is death row, you Al Gore die in jailI got a flow like Myriam`s WellMy dean mayor blood sells, relate to the Tribe of IsraelFrom a twelve inch I can ring bellsNo gimmicks, take a rap superstar behind limitsMake you talk about the new God who sound differentNiggas hate it when Sharon spitI put the aim on the target, walk up, make sure I hit itAll I need is 4 minutes, to fuck bitchesAnd to scream on critics, ya can`t fuck wit itI leave ya writers blocked up, don`t stuck wit itSo sick of goin` in, it`s all businessNiggas like to buy shit before Christmas2002 I`m sellin 4 dissesI give life to the death wisses, breath of life to the death kissesI`m one shot, no misses[Chorus 2X]

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