[Movie Sample]: 

Hey can I play ya boys a tune? 

Go on old man, beat it 

Come on, play one free... 

[gun shots] 

You son of a bitch 

Get him out of here, get him out of here! 

Let go of me 

You 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 bitches 



It's all about drug shipments, welfare recepients wait for Clinton 

Meanwhile we got no food in the kitchen 

Grandmother's turn Christian 

Try to warn you but you ain't listen 

Now it's phone calls from prison 

Daddy little girl is missin', 13 when she started kissin' 

She came in late, pops was flippin' 

Mama's boy, sold his cracks to be employed 

A lonely sin, we caught in this trap, to be destroyed 

Lookin' out a cab window, the same babies in the carriage 

Now sell endo, carry ya info, ya sore losers 

They can't win so they spray rumors 

Corrupt cops either lock or shoot us 

We love the hood where the ghetto respect, Nat Turner 

The burner be my mind first amendment 

Said it cuz I meant it, don't care about those who get offended 

I rock like Jimi Hendrix, me and my kin drip 

Street corner experts, in jeans and a sweatshirt 

Teammates kick dirt for cream and the network 

We back and get stab for that cash money bag 

You ain't a thug cuz a chain, gun and doo rag 

New car, new lab, powerful weed just two drags 

Puffin' on the regular, be careful who you follow yo 

Someone to push a Bentley, but they ain't ready though 

Someone to be an MC, and on the radio 

Some sell +Yae Yo+, it's tricks in they ghett-i-o 

Bitch where my cash go, you just like the last ho 

Guiliani fuckin up the crack flow, we let gats blow 

Switch the colors on the capsules, turn projects to castles 

You ever heard of the Black Jews, you see us on the 6 o'clock news 



[Chorus x2: Hell Razah] 

It's all real in the hood I'm in [x3] 

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 dwell 

Bust my gun til my palm got a iron smell 

You'se a dick head to think that I ain't sell 

The streets is death row, you Al Gore die in jail 

I got a flow like Myriam's Well 

My dean mayor blood sells, relate to the Tribe of Israel 

From a twelve inch I can ring bells 

No gimmicks, take a rap superstar behind limits 

Make you talk about the new God who sound different 

Niggas hate it when Sharon spit 

I put the aim on the target, walk up, make sure I hit it 

All I need is 4 minutes, to fuck bitches 

And to scream on critics, ya can't fuck wit it 

I leave ya writers blocked up, don't stuck wit it 

So sick of goin' in, it's all business 

Niggas like to buy shit before Christmas 

2002 I'm sellin 4 disses 

I give life to the death wisses, breath of life to the death kisses 

I'm one shot, no misses 



[Chorus x2]