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2pac – the hell raiser (og) lyrics

[verse 1]
when i was comin’ up rough, wasn’t even what you callin’
that’s why i smoke blunts now, and run with alcoholics
that will explain the way i came, here we go
just give me my dough and do the show then i’m outtie yo!
runnin’ in the back seat, sippin’ on the guinness
f-ckin’ with a mac-10 ready to be a menace
time to hit the projects that’s where the ballers dwell
fifty n-gg-s mad deep, some [?] as well
i got my pager and my razor and a ’nuff [?], a ruff crew
in case a motherf-cka wanna bust through
i’m rollin’ through the projects loc’d, where they at, where they at, there they go
them b-tch -ss n-gg-s hold down the block
the one that told the cops i gotta glock
ay yo it don’t stop – pop pop pop
and hit the pedal, one less motherf-cker in the ghetto
that’s how we do it in the oaktown, g
f-ck around and get smoked down, see
n-gg-s on my tail so i’m ghost
one way ticket to the east coast
this kid was loose and unmajor
woudn’t hesitate to blaze ya

[refrain]
the h-ll raiser
hahaha
the h-ll raiser

[verse 2]
strapped with gats at a young age
gotta hole of a gauge, and make a motherf-cker front page
high attack to the block like a cop
hopin’ open operation slangin’ rocks
first i gotta get a crew full of hustlers
and f-ck motherf-ckers, them n-gg-s can’t touch us
and now we gotta problem come , you know my ammo
dead bodies fillin’ the bronx
the other dealers wanna do me , i’m popular
got the glock c-cked , sucker don’t jack me up
f-ck a drive by, n-gg- take dead aim
load him up on a frame and knock his -ss out the game
boom boom! was the headlines
young n-gg- turn killa if the deadline
team tucked was some n-gg-s from queens
now we’re the loudest motherf-ckers on the scene
gettin’ paids at a mad rate
runnin’ up on the face
and hit the snakes in a bad way
them n-gg-s don’t wanna, stack
f-ck around and breathe your last breath
run on me or get your -ss capped
with a 12 gauge blast to your back
i’m not your average n-gg-, untouched
shootin’ motherf-ckers within ruff

[refrain]
the h-ll raiser
the h-ll raiser

[verse 3]
everybody freeze, n-gg-s on they knees , hush
first n-gg- talk and i bust , trust
run up on your stupid -ss , gimme that
peelin’ caps back quicker than a snap from my jimmy hat
picture that now, picture this i’m on foot now
runnin’ through the streets with my hit list
pistol c-ckin’ and jackin’ them bustas
n-gg-s want funk but the punks can’t touch us
and now they got me trapped better kill me
payback’s a motherf-cker, n-gg- feel me?
we runnin’ on the n-gg-s in the dark
with fully automatic to they heart (pull the sh-t motherf-cker)
this is where the punch starts n-gg- wasn’t checkin’
quicker hear me steppin’ until i start lettin’ off my weapon (buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck)
the sh-t i heard em n-gg-s screamin’ no but they wasn’t screamin’ no before (no, no!)
now them n-gg-s, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go go
hit the floor and feel the fury of my 44
them n-gg-s i don’t trust tryna bust me
buck buck double line in your guts g
and when i die there’ll be another h-ll raiser crazy motherf-cker
i came up with my criminal behavior, wouldn’t hesitate to blaze ya

[outro + refrain]
the h-ll raiser (i see you all motherf-ckers now)
(b-tch -ss motherf-ckers)
(you love to point your f-ckin’ finger huh)
the h-ll raiser
the h-ll raiser
the h-ll raiser


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