[Intro: Hell Razah] 

Yeah, nigga Data, dirty grimy 

What's that mothafuckin' dirty grim' shit 

Hell Razah, excellent nigga, Ghetto Government 

You ain't even out of fuckin' high school yet 

Oh now you bangin' 

Fuck, is the deal? 

What's poppin'? 



[Verse One: Hell Razah] 

I smack the head of you gangstas, y'all nigga's new borns 

First line already told me son who dick you on 

Stick your finger in my flow, son you see it's lukewarm 

But when you get in, believe me, I'ma burn on skin 

5'10" Elohim's in the body of man 

King Tut's identical twin is at it again 

Red Hook, Brooklyn, weed and Seagram's Gin 

You know a party ain't a party till we get in 

Son of a slave, I write rhymes under my grave 

Got it locked so bad I gotta come in a cage 

Yo watch your mind if you think about fuckin' with Raz' 

In this game it's like sperm cells seekin' the egg 

Politickin' over two ways, guns is sprayed 

And I won't stop hustlin' till my sons is paid 



[Chorus: Hell Razah] 

Oh now you bangin' 

Got a little gun on your side 

Oh now you bangin' 

Got a little click on your side 

Oh now you bangin' 

Got a little ice in your watch 

Oh now you bangin' 

Got a little whip and a ride 

Oh now you bangin' 

Got a little gun you can pop 

Oh now you bangin' 

Got a little bandana now 

Oh now you bangin' 

Got a little click you can roll with 

Now you bangin' 

Now you bangin' 



[Verse Two: Hell Razah] 

The only way you shine phat is with a label behind your back 

Bring that shit to the ghetto and get robbed for that 

The way I brainwash I should have been a laundry mat 

You ain't really got heart, that's the cog-n-ac 

My head wrapped with a turban like Saddam Hussein 

Niggas can't see this face, out to bomb the game 

Upon your chain, blast Don all in the rain 

Go ahead at thy gangsta, I'm born the king 

Gold thrones, I wrote poems that broke down chromosomes 

Niggas get shanked up and blown for the phone 

Rap be like Sheek now, microphone clone 

Stand, enter the wrong zone, you might get 

Get up, give up, shootout, you can't get up 

Spit up, spit up blood, get your night lit up 

Walkin' zombies, I love killin' niggas calmly 

The word of God got death when it come upon me 

Tuck the charm in, groupies wanna touch the diamonds 

What's the use of keep rhymin' if you ain't a clinin' 

I pop old gold at The Shinin' 

Take it back to army jackets and train passes 

Burn through skin and I ain't acid 

This be serious, I ain't laughin' 

IRS and I hate taxes 



[Chorus: Hell Razah] 

Oh now you bangin' 

Got a little money to spend 

Oh now you bangin' 

Got a little gun on your side 

Oh now you bangin' 

Got a little whip and a ride 

Oh now you bangin' 

Oh now you bangin' 

Oh now you bangin' 

Got a little 20 inch rims 

Oh now you bangin' 

Got a little chain with your name on it 

Oh now you bangin' 

Got your hat tilt to the side 

Oh now you bangin' 

Oh now you bangin' 

Oh now you bangin' 

Speak a little project talk 

Oh now you bangin' 

Got a little project walk 

Oh now you bangin' 

Got a little project talk 

Oh now you bangin' 

Oh now you bangin' 



[Outro: Hell Razah] 

Word up shorty, you niggas better cut that shit out 

All them gangstas is dead 

Locked up doin' 25 to life