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hell razah – b.b.p. (business b4 pleasure) (feat. 7th ambassador, bamboo) lyrics

feat. 7th amb-ssador, bambue
[intro: h-ll razah (bambue) {7th amb-ssador}]
b.b.p., in the bronx, b.b.p. (yo, uh) {what, what}
[7th amb-ssador]
my commitee of six’ll sick in the flip
switch in the nines, and pull out knives
hit the five boroughs at one time
we really never like being confined
that’s why we speak about trees in our rhyme
that type of sh-t, eases our mind
in a everyday struggle, in the jungle
hash was a hustle and n-gg-s be bad to touch you
if you don’t have the muscle in this modern day, cash or trouble
you heard biggie’s -ss reb-ttal, the mo the money, the mo the problems
more ways for me to solve ’em, more gats keep revolvin’
so what you talkin’?, you ain’t doin’ nothin’ but offerin’
my little shorties a coffin, claimin’ you a master of a world you lost in
down the mean streets, bx to compton
who you crossin’, dunn get caught walkin’
on the wrong side of the margin, when sh-t spray
like somethin’ they made for dodgin’
it’s all big rims, you mean to floss it
[chorus 2.5x: h-ll razah (bambue)]
b-tches come, b-tches go
never trust a ho
business before pleasure, cuz they out to get ya dough
(n-gg-s come, n-gg-s go, f-ck all ya dough
if i’m a b-tch and i’m a ho
then i’mma go and get my own)
[h-ll razah]
on the block, crack spot watch in front of the cops
he made careers outta corners for his rolex watch
up in clubs, straight lick-up, past b-tches and sons
every sunday at the tunnel takin’ pictures wit thugs

shorty lookin’ in my face like she fallin’ in love
yea, i eat meat, close it ‘for the chew in the cut -a

- hell razah lyrics

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