Hell Razah & 4th Disciple - Don't Hate It lyrics

Feat. Trebag "Playa hate on my sh**, you get a fat dick" - 2Pac (x6) [Intro: Hell Razah] Oh yeah, all in Red Hook Hustlin', standin' on sh** blocks For hours, 'til the sky crack the next day [Chorus: Hell Razah] Y'all don't wanna see us blow Y'all don't wanna see us with dough Y'all don't wanna see us flow Hell no, we glow You knew it was the end the way we came in the door Hit the club and I'ma leave with ya ho, ho, ho My flames be hot, every time that I throw Ain't nothin' new, son I did this before, a G.G.O My n***as flip money like it ain't no mo' Cause ain't no friends if it ain't no mo' [Verse One: Hell Razah] On the dirty blocks of Red Hook we learned to get our first check book Be a crook and let the c**aine cook Little brothers turn to workers, cops draw guns just to surge us And question us about the murders until we figure why God cursed us And that this wicked world was never worth us We show respect to the ones who birthed us Took care of us on welfare, we grown now Belchin' from beers, smokin' weed in the project stairs Half of my peers got hit with like 15 years And the A's we was at was like 16 years The graves is callin', opened up for slaves that's fallen As the ghetto take the lives of those made for ballin' Layin' in coffins, cries to the church organ Some will hustle till six in the mornin' just for the fortune For a new whip, a venom for flossin', bought a Benz from the auto auction We broke his window with a piece of porcelain We stay strapped for those jealousy cats Layin' hats the same place they do their felonies at You ain't the only one who sell crack and got gats A lot of n***as got that, soul left with d**h and never got back Some will co*k back and pop that, so pop sh** without that Be careful what you follow if you ain't about that I'm the R to the A to the S in the flesh Don't forget, I'm all about cash, credit and checks I'ma rap to the d**h, till Christ resurrect No less, I come as a threat, get it correct Hip Hop is a way of life, it's in my breath The way I breathe, I step not the way I dress East to West throw your arms right to left Give me a mic and a crowd and a turntable set Ancient twelve, I play with the fires of hell Only role models that I had was dyin' in jail Crack sales make a black male wanna weed dwell 600 Benz sh**tin with a hot female All I wanna do is records and pay my bills Why I gotta be hater? Cause I say what I feel? I say a prayer then I aim before I spray at will Y'all only make me wanna k** if you delay my deal Hurry up and get them contracts, facts and crills Or I'ma have to put out .38 stainless steel Engineer, turn my beat up and watch me spill Hot lava, my throat burns like straight shots of Vodka Ready To Die like Big Poppa I put the curse on a witchdoctor It's 2G, y'all better spit proper I like my shorty when she in Prada You make no sense to this big dollar I want the cash money, f** a Oscar Motherf**er [Chorus] [Verse Two: Trebag] We ain't goin' to jail so f** bail Baghdad, Hell Razah, hammer and nail BK to PJ's for the bangsters With links with the anchors You too frail, abide a single street e-mail Power-trippin' off with them L's "Playa hate on my sh**, you get a fat dick" - 2Pac (x6)