A1newyork - Hell lyrics

[Produced by ThaMarsh] [Intro] Hell Hell Hell Hell Hell [Verse: A1newyork] Ok Realest sh** I ever wrote Chilling in my basement Speaking to beats and getting wasted Cause life's a fat b**h with No chances of getting lypo But watch the lyrical prowess that I show Grinding in the lab all day Got n***as pissed pacing back and forth In the hallway like Jason I k** sh** In several ways brought back hip-hop On the second day I thought I told y'all I'm going for the gusto it's a must though That I son these little n***as like Marge And slaughter like sarge premeditated Thoughts is like premeditated murder Curving distractions when I write in cursive And with this chronic disease ima need 50 nurses yellow tape forensics And an Alibi when I'm through Or maybe the whole cast of Law and Order SVU and we Got hostages ain't no stopping this Got these other rappers copping pleas In their designer tees yelling "please" But I'm from Canarsie son Ain't nothing nice You could get robbed tonight for your phone Or walk in your socks til you get home Tired of rapping these other n***as songs And not my own cause these words Be flowing in my head from here to rome I'm like Carmelo in a sleep state I'm shooting for dreams A young n***a tryna make the all star team Growing up in this life you wonder What it all starts to mean They tryna bring us down but I'm Charlie Sheen got the game on lock I k**ed two birds with a rock If you could smell what I'm cooking Your nose would run We need some funds This music sh** is fun but it's a hustle though Got you all in check like Busta though

Tryna get some Russell dough Don't touch my Adidas Unless you wanna get caught up In the rapture n***a no anita Prolly in the cut with boogz Blowing that chronic I got em Hooked on Phonics and Haters catching feelings like Orthodontics Giving them the new rap sounds No one dare touch it when I'm around The king I got the crown Canarsie Flossy Flossy Where I chop it up with all my bossys Jennifer Anniston p**y what Ross eat I'm balling and fans is on floor seat That weed prolly got us grin grinning We win winning still stealing Still stealing ceilings cause We used to those Giving y'all sick sh** like uneven toes Imagine where I'll be in the future Shawty giving brain she a tutor Make my dick stand up like Luda I fathered her mouth She swallowed a lot of kids It's my prerogative and just know With these verses I'm taking sinners To churches when I rehearse it And never erase it it's devastation For anything or anyone in my path Even B-Rad could get a blood bath No one can comprehend the thoughts I grasp Too extensive So me being pensive Would leave you disoriented The compa** would break if You wanna know where I'm headed Cause ain't no telling With this melon on my shoulder My brain about the size of a boulder Between Lebron and Delonte West I'm the motherf**er with the Heat And it's coming down your spine The Cafeteria Hall watch me serve n***as While they stay in line Look what I'm spitting Look what I'm spitting Look what I'm spitting Hell Hell Hell Hell Look what I'm spitting Look what I'm spitting Hell Hell Hell