(feat. Baghdad)

[2Pac ] "Playa hate on my %#@!, you get a fat dick"

[x6]

[Intro: Hell Razah]

Oh yeah, all in Red Hook
Hustlin', standin' on %#@! 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 ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s got that, soul left with death and never got back
Some will @@#! back and pop that, so pop %#@! 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 %#@!tin 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, $#&@ a Oscar

Motha$#&@er

[Chorus]


[Verse Two: Baghdad]
We ain't goin' to jail so $#&@ 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 %#@!, you get a fat dick" [x6]