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Tray Bag f Hell Razah, 7th Ambassador an

If You Can Swing It (Then Bring It)

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Intro: Hell Razah (Tray Bag)Man, stop frontin, fakinIt`s time to stop frontin, manNiggas be actin like they got millions(If you can swing it, then bring it)YouKnowI`msayin? You got children to be feedinSeeds, nigga (If you can swing it, then bring it)Makin eachother bleed, makin eachother bleedKnowI`msayin?[Hell Razah]Yo, another day for the Sun to come outBLOAW! I`m like the gun inside your mouthRaise the temperature, got a short temperMove with the grand emperor, get a V.I.P.The beat left R.I.P., your idol seemsIt`s too many neighborhood heros playin Robert DeNirosI explode, `til your froze to sub-zeroNuclear deliro to your ear holeNocturnal 7 burn a reverend, put away your Mac-11Stick your head inside this guillotineThis is how we drug a fiendwith the power, to refine it, cleanI devour teams, death by the hour schemeHigh beams, shine inside your dreamsI seen your gun gleam, aftermath, your steamedEh yo, Supreme, if you took time to alright, support minesHell Razah, bachelor extort rhymes, deport minds[7th Ambassador]All imports and exports will be lostby the time you reach your next thoughtYou best walk, or death will be your escortLet`s talk, if you want to negociateMe and snakes don`t associateDon`t complain, I`m on your brain like novacaineNon-brolic, can`t hold the reignYou`ll get slain like the Hunchback of Notre DameChorus: Tray BagIf you can swing it, then bring it and you feel what I feelBring your steel and your shield and still get pealedIf you can swing it, then bring itLet`s puff the hydro and do and number on the lumber and get nitroIf you can swing it, then bring it and you feel what I feelBring your steel and your shield and still get pealedIf you can swing it, then bring itRoyalties, higher days, laws, cop some pies for the Gods[Tray Bag]Bounties on your headpiece, flee from my fleetDuck the ricochets, in these days my luger spraysMy evidence is concrete, my peeps pimped the streetsHarassed by the boss of the drug taskforceAll day, and evenin, them sirens by screaminYou tyrants be fiendin, way past the meaninYour soil ain`t fertile, but you challenged the hurdleStung by the tongue, from the heat we get you numbCoke to a hope, we`re all high, bone smokeDown the Hill and (re)`veal your addiction to dopeYour ropes, lasos and chips of El PasoPast the Mexicans where our friends do our smugglinI`m jugglin, my ancient gram`s cram royal hamA wolf in sheep`s clothin, bubbles on my holdinObsessed to the cess, out the jungles of Key Westin the Caribbeans, rubbin elbows with the DominicansChorus: Tray BagIf you can swing it, then bring it and you feel what I feelBring your steel and your shield and still get pealedIf you can swing it, then bring itLet`s puff the hydro and do and number on the lumber and get nitro[Ty-Stick]Yo, I blast tracks and snatch stacks, we all get paidBumrushin A&R`s like a TNT raidSmash walls in half, feel the reign of the wrathNews channels on the scene display the horror, bloodbathOne man army, Ty-Stick rips the sceneThis ain`t the ordinary shit Son, youknowwhatImean?Step aside, form a line, any line, make wayFree agents on loose, yo these cats gotta payBanger, multiple wounds from the sharp-edged hangerNo need to speak Son, feel the heat, since the angerGot shit locked down like a can of sardinesBuried below, underwater like submarinesI slide low key, but swift like a foxHold heat e`ryday like two pairs of sweat socksKeep it real on my tracks, breakin legs and backsSpeak from experience, fuck the fiction, stick strictly with the factsWord up, it be true, kid you know how I doIt seems my peoples never gonna learn the treacherous ways of YacubBut bustin, it be on, word is bond, I sends heatMy style is nasty and raw like a jar of pigfeedWord up, it be on like that kid, for real, no lieMany men are prepared for war, ready to dieMy own peoples by snitchin and cuttin throatBeen livin in the US ghetto for so long my peoples turnin red coatWord up, be on point for the attackIt`s goin down like that, it`s goin down like thatOutro: Hell Razah (Tray Bag)It`s goin down like that(If you can swing it, then bring it)YouknowI`msayin? It`s time to get seriousIt`s a war goin on, you could get shot(If you can swing it, then bring it)We own the territory, youknowI`msayin?Violators will be prosecuted(If you can swing it, then bring it)KnowI`msayin? Hah, yeah, Nocturnal 7Hah, yeah, Red Hook, Brooklyn(If you can swing it, then bring it)

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