[Chorus: Hell Razah] One-two, ya'll, ya gots to elevate All ya wack ass niggas reppin' New York State One-two, ya'll, ya best to elevate All ya wack ass niggas reppin' New York State
[Hook 2X: Stash] One-two, ya'll, we got to regulate All these wack ass rappers reppin' New York State
[Hell Razah] Nowadays you can't tell who's a gimmick or real So I let my gun manage them, to give them a deal Brought an extra clip with me just to finish the kill Tell your label that your royalties pay for the bill You's a write-off artist like an industry mill Now that contract you just signed became your will The more I spill, more burners from Israel Killers couldn't feel what you were spitting if they swallowed a E pill, nigga Sit still, this the barbers chair, Razah be a sharper spear At midnight my revolvers flair, they know the young Godfather's near I pop-pop like it's happy new year When we meet, wanna pass weed and Heineken beers When you see me with my polar bears hide your ears We turn the hood into woods, start hunting the dears Desert Eagles like Noah, we get them in pairs One male, one female, then pick up the shells I bet you stop spitting fire when I send you to Hell And what's sixteen bars if it ain't in the jail? You locked without bail in your own brain cell No wonder why no homies ain't sending you mail, haha
[Marvelous Bless] Look, I've been in these streets for too long, nigga, too long Still too strong, keep my words If I see you in streets, it's on, to each, is on Niggas better keep they chrome, muthafucka Throwing dirt on my name, like I lost my touch Got my name in they mouth, like I lost my guts Got the game fucked up like I won't go nuts Put two up in your face, so you won't wake up Now what the fuck do you think this is? Who the fuck do you think I am? Duke, your not my man Don't come around here, try'nna shake my hand With a smile up in your face, I'mma spit in your face And let it be known, niggas in a danger zone Too late, when you beefing, and these guns is shown Too late, when you bleeding, and these guns was blown Too late, when you dead, and I can't go home So fuck the world, ever since I lost my bitch Did a bid, while another nigga, fucked my bitch Came home, found this bitch, made her suck my dick Got head in the telly, while he called on the celly Ya'll, niggas, ain't, ready, bottom line Huh, fuck ya'll niggas, bottom line A bunch of he-said this, gossip Here-say, let me say this shit clearly I don't like none of ya'll, so fuck all of ya'll
[Hook 2X]
[Stash] Let me show you I do this easy, it ain't nothing to me I ain't even reached my peak, and got a ton of hit If I spit it off the tongue, it came off the street Attack beats and I ain't hyper, I'm just sick with it I can say alot until at your neck with it Man, I'm heavy in the game and my name ring it I heard you singing to the people, dropping names with them You making it bad for homies in the game, winning I see you chilling, crazy sipping, you a baller, huh? You got 20's on them skinnies, you a crawler, huh? I knock the winds off her like the prophet stack And whenever you out of pocket, gotta pay for that You gon' weasel with chick ways, getting smacked for that And I heard you like to talk, I can handle that Stick the handle down his mouth, til his neck snap And I'm sicker with every rhyme, I got more of that Stash, nigga, get it right, holla at me
[Outro: Stash] Razah, Hell Razah, yeah yeah, Bless, Marvelous Bless It's a Red Hook thing, my nigga Data on the board Uh-huh, get it right, we ain't hot, we hungry, nigga Get it right
[Chorus: Hell Razah] One-two, ya'll, ya gots to elevate All ya wack ass niggas reppin' New York State One-two, ya'll, ya best to elevate All ya wack ass niggas reppin' New York State
[Hook 2X: Stash] One-two, ya'll, we got to regulate All these wack ass rappers reppin' New York State
[Hell Razah] Nowadays you can't tell who's a gimmick or real So I let my gun manage them, to give them a deal Brought an extra clip with me just to finish the kill Tell your label that your royalties pay for the bill You's a write-off artist like an industry mill Now that contract you just signed became your will The more I spill, more burners from Israel Killers couldn't feel what you were spitting if they swallowed a E pill, nigga Sit still, this the barbers chair, Razah be a sharper spear At midnight my revolvers flair, they know the young Godfather's near I pop-pop like it's happy new year When we meet, wanna pass weed and Heineken beers When you see me with my polar bears hide your ears We turn the hood into woods, start hunting the dears Desert Eagles like Noah, we get them in pairs One male, one female, then pick up the shells I bet you stop spitting fire when I send you to Hell And what's sixteen bars if it ain't in the jail? You locked without bail in your own brain cell No wonder why no homies ain't sending you mail, haha
[Marvelous Bless] Look, I've been in these streets for too long, nigga, too long Still too strong, keep my words If I see you in streets, it's on, to each, is on Niggas better keep they chrome, muthafucka Throwing dirt on my name, like I lost my touch Got my name in they mouth, like I lost my guts Got the game fucked up like I won't go nuts Put two up in your face, so you won't wake up Now what the fuck do you think this is? Who the fuck do you think I am? Duke, your not my man Don't come around here, try'nna shake my hand With a smile up in your face, I'mma spit in your face And let it be known, niggas in a danger zone Too late, when you beefing, and these guns is shown Too late, when you bleeding, and these guns was blown Too late, when you dead, and I can't go home So fuck the world, ever since I lost my bitch Did a bid, while another nigga, fucked my bitch Came home, found this bitch, made her suck my dick Got head in the telly, while he called on the celly Ya'll, niggas, ain't, ready, bottom line Huh, fuck ya'll niggas, bottom line A bunch of he-said this, gossip Here-say, let me say this shit clearly I don't like none of ya'll, so fuck all of ya'll
[Hook 2X]
[Stash] Let me show you I do this easy, it ain't nothing to me I ain't even reached my peak, and got a ton of hit If I spit it off the tongue, it came off the street Attack beats and I ain't hyper, I'm just sick with it I can say alot until at your neck with it Man, I'm heavy in the game and my name ring it I heard you singing to the people, dropping names with them You making it bad for homies in the game, winning I see you chilling, crazy sipping, you a baller, huh? You got 20's on them skinnies, you a crawler, huh? I knock the winds off her like the prophet stack And whenever you out of pocket, gotta pay for that You gon' weasel with chick ways, getting smacked for that And I heard you like to talk, I can handle that Stick the handle down his mouth, til his neck snap And I'm sicker with every rhyme, I got more of that Stash, nigga, get it right, holla at me
[Outro: Stash] Razah, Hell Razah, yeah yeah, Bless, Marvelous Bless It's a Red Hook thing, my nigga Data on the board Uh-huh, get it right, we ain't hot, we hungry, nigga Get it right
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