(feat. Baghdad) 



[2Pac ] "Playa hate on my shit, you get a fat dick" 

[x6] 



[Intro: Hell Razah] 

Oh yeah, all in Red Hook 

Hustlin', standin' on shit blocks 

For hours, 'til the sky crack the next day 



[Chorus: Hell Razah] 

Y'all don't wanna see us blow 

Y'all don't wanna see us with dough 

Y'all don't wanna see us flow 

Hell no, we glow 

You knew it was the end the way we came in the door 

Hit the club and I'ma leave with ya ho, ho, ho 

My flames be hot, every time that I throw 

Ain't nothin' new, son I did this before, a G.G.O. 

My niggas flip money like it ain't no mo' 

Cause ain't no friends if it ain't no mo' 



[Verse One: Hell Razah] 

On the dirty blocks of Red Hook we learned to get our 

first check book 

Be a crook and let the cocaine cook 

Little brothers turn to workers, cops draw guns just to surge us 

And question us about the murders until we figure why God cursed us 

And that this wicked world was never worth us 

We show respect to the ones who birthed us 

Took care of us on welfare, we grown now 

Belchin' from beers, smokin' weed in the project stairs 

Half of my peers got hit with like 15 years 

And the A's we was at was like 16 years 

The graves is callin', opened up for slaves that's fallen 

As the ghetto take the lives of those made for ballin' 

Layin' in coffins, cries to the church organ 

Some will hustle till six in the mornin' just for the fortune 

For a new whip, a venom for flossin', bought a Benz from the auto auction 

We broke his window with a piece of porcelain 

We stay strapped for those jealousy cats 

Layin' hats the same place they do their felonies at 

You ain't the only one who sell crack and got gats 

A lot of niggas got that, soul left with death and never got back 

Some will cock back and pop that, so pop shit without that 

Be careful what you follow if you ain't about that 

I'm the R to the A to the S in the flesh 

Don't forget, I'm all about cash, credit and checks 

I'ma rap to the death, till Christ resurrect 

No less, I come as a threat, get it correct 

Hip Hop is a way of life, it's in my breath 

The way I breathe, I step not the way I dress 

East to West throw your arms right to left 

Give me a mic and a crowd and a turntable set 

Ancient twelve, I play with the fires of hell 

Only role models that I had was dyin' in jail 

Crack sales make a black male wanna weed dwell 

600 Benz shittin with a hot female 

All I wanna do is records and pay my bills 

Why I gotta be hater? Cause I say what I feel? 

I say a prayer then I aim before I spray at will 

Y'all only make me wanna kill if you delay my deal 

Hurry up and get them contracts, facts and crills 

Or I'ma have to put out .38 stainless steel 

Engineer, turn my beat up and watch me spill 

Hot lava, my throat burns like straight shots of Vodka 

Ready To Die like Big Poppa 

I put the curse on a witchdoctor 

It's 2G, y'all better spit proper 

I like my shorty when she in Prada 

You make no sense to this big dollar 

I want the cash money, fuck a Oscar 

Mothafucker 



[Chorus] 



[Verse Two: Baghdad] 

We ain't goin' to jail so fuck bail 

Baghdad, Hell Razah, hammer and nail 

BK to PJ's for the bangsters 

With links with the anchors 

You too frail, abide a single street e-mail 

Power-trippin' off with them L's 



[2Pac] "Playa hate on my shit, you get a fat dick" [x6]