Hell Razah

Hell Razah - R.a.z.a.h. lyrics

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[Intro] 

Yeah, bounce to this 

Yeah, bounce, uh 

Shake ya titties, mom, yeah 

Come on, one love, for the shorties 

Outta Browns, son, nigga right now 

Chicks, go get me a drink 

Eyein' a nigga right now 

Let's go over there, who pop on that side? 



[Hook x2] 

Razah, Zah, Zah, Zah 

Ra, Zah, Zah 



[Hell Razah] 

She like rocks like The Flintstones 

Hit chicks in all skin tones 

Young chicks can't wait to get bonned 

I'm like the floor you get slip on 

I love my dunns when they clips long 

Max Julian, son, that ain't gangsta 

We smack niggas outta anger, shit 

Get locked up, turn spoons into bangers 

What, hit the chick, got her givin' me money 

Rubbin' in my cuffshots, all over her tummy 

She like Iceberg, the champagne 

We outta raise a Razah campaign 

She don't get a damn thing 

Not a cow, who here, dollars bill and shit 

Still lay up in the lab eatin' mills and shit 

Got these industry niggas talkin' deals and chips 

A&R's losin' jobs when they hear my shit 

I roll my weed up and whips don't spill the shit 

The same way we came in ships, we leave in ships 

My niggas got g's to get, and squeeze the clips 

Ain't no hustlin' for petty crumbs, weed and kicks 



[Chorus] 

Yeah, who that nigga they ain't fuckin' wit 

Spit wisdom deep shit, rock fly shit 

Only fuck wit real niggas on the field, nigga 

Hell Razah, Child of Israel, niggas can't fuck with him 

They better duck from him, don't fuck with him 



[Hell Razah] 

I'm Max Julian, the millionaire mind inside a hooligan 



The wise one out the foolish men 

And trust go the god, when you really find out whose ya friends 

I stay droppin' jewels and gems, and coops and timbs 

A marksmen sharpshooter when I use the pen 

Sittin' on twenty inch rims, cadillac in 

New York if you like it or not, it's what's crackin' 

Shorties on the Greyhound bus, is what's crackin' 

Hoes only made for those who stay mackin' 

Clubs only made for those who stay stackin' 

Got everything from Phat Farm to Brickface jackets 

My forty-four eleven take you ace step stackin' 

Never come to BK, chained and ring flashin' 

Niggas will take ya shit is what's crackin' 

High off the hydro-weed and thug passion 

Chicks swallow ecstasy but love action 

When Razah get signed, that's it, it's closed caskets 

Ya little bastards 



[Hook to end] 



[Outro] 

Take that, muthafuckin', fake ass 

Soundin' like other niggas ass niggas 

Muthafuckas ain't even got their own look 

Muthafuckas trynna act like they gangstas 

Ya niggas better do the knowledge man 

Fuckin' lost muthafuckas 

Yeah, get the knowledge, get the knowledge 

The project prophet, show ya niggas the other shit 

Take the muthafuckin doo-rags off 

Ya ain't thugs, you get locked up 

Ya niggas be tellin' on them, who do ya love 

And them shorties ya got, ya bout to get that up 

G.G.O's is in this bitch, G.G.O.'s is in this bitch 

They leavin' wit us, and don't hate, what
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Language: English

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