hell razah & 4th disciple - oh! baby lyrics
[intro: h-ll razah]
“baby…” one-two
[chorus: h-ll razah]
everybody on the right hand side
i wanna see y’all n-ggas get live in the party tonight
all my n-ggas on the left hand side, i know your high or
i know you came to the club, to not die
all my n-ggas in the center, i came to enter
in the, middle of your brain cell, it’s me, h-ll razah
article one, hit the streets n-gga
4th disciple, and we got the rifle
[h-ll razah]
i pull in wolves like adolf hitler, for my two brothers
and two sisters, i tattoo scriptures
love my seed, like i love the lord
i was thirteen, when i first record, now i’m back with a heavier sword
it’s either rap, crack, or basketball
young kings wanna gun sling, and sn-tch earrings
eighty seven, it was microphone fiend, and crack king
we used to battle on the lunch room table, before labels
now they pay us, so the radio play you
you’se a lame n-gga, and you know, we know the truth
and we back, and we back in the booth, first recoup
then recruit, now salute, we on the loose, ain’t ready to shoot
blueberry in our timberland boot, i’m livin’ proof
tell your a&r we burnin’ his coupes
my lifestyle is danger, h-ll razah, let the name linger
touch my throat, and i cut off ten fingers
the street’s i’m from, son, everybody’s steamers
smokers and heavy drinkers, slingers and chain swingers
i’m one of those, red hook cats, set up a track
bring your soul to another world, you’ll never come back
it be that government that made us like that, gave me a gat
i be excuses every ghetto inside, is fallen at
got the chick high off of contact, keep the windows up
whoever rollin’ with me in here, throw your singles up
it’s loyalty over money, b-tches, and keys
backstab me, sn-tch his arms out the both of his sleeves
chain and command, explained from a brain of a man
we go to war, like the arabs’ll do, from pakistan
matter fact, like the sun of man would, from bethlehem
drop a jewel that the children out in school, can understand
[chorus: h-ll razah]
all my brothers on the right hand side
i wanna make sure y’all leave out this party alive
and all my ladies on the left hand side, that got a drop and
hold it down, cause we don’t got nine lives
all my people in the center, i came to enter
in the middle of your brain cell, it’s me, h-ll razah
article one, hit the streets n-gga
4th disciple, and we got them rifles
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