Hell Razah & 4th Disciple - House-Pitality lyrics

[Intro: Hell Razah] Uh, uh-huh, one-two and, 4th Disciple, yea Razah Rubies, and, this how we do it, yea, one-two One-two and, G.G.O., yeah [Chorus 2X: Hell Razah] It goes, hoes love you for that money you make Show me some house-pitality, when we come in you state Ghetto Government, we strugglin', for food on our plate We all hustlin', the doublin', the little we make [Hell Razah] I get weed high, I get Hennessey drunk I clothesline you rap n***as like an elephant trunk My wisdom's bleedin' every month, seven days untouched We got stuck by the same ones who claim to be us We can't die, multiply, the most high, we trust You lie, we bust, forty-five's will tie you up Calculate the proper measurement, to size you up Matter fact, I heard the government done wired you up You like to hide around wickedness to wise you up Not knowing Christ coming here to rise you up One line be like a hundred g's, I'm huntin' M.C.'s Battle me, all I'm gonna do is go up in fee's How the baddest hoe you know, go below on her knees My family, Maccabeez, here to gather the seeds Took my Queen out the Kingdom, and put her in jeans New York, New York, big city of schemes Me and her, love to ball, like a basketball team Remind me of the nine, with the infered beam Too much p**y screams, diamond ring fllings To get a king set up, and wet up for CREAM [Chorus 2X] [Hell Razah] Young cubs in the jungle, with a bundle of d** Caught 'em slippin' in the hotel, brains in the tub Room service came with more than just, some towels and grub Don't you never mix your business up, with fallin' in love Money break hearts, that's why the poor be holdin' a grudge Until we rise, we gonna stay in front of the judge All the corner hustlers, we were Kings til they rushed us Brought us to the North America's, and handcuffed us Medicaid, food stamps, welfare, WICK, to benefit Got us on some 'f** the President' sh** Ghetto Government, fake n***as can't run with it Ain't not rich without the poor, son, it's one strugglin' What you wanna hear? Flossin' and shootin'? Prostitution, and drug abusing, buying and stealing with car re-using Who's producin' it? Studio spot, we did the music in What guns I got, how many shots, do my clip hold The Sunz of Man go gold or not, and do we owe alot Sip Mo' alot, follow in and callin' the shots 26 years ago, I was inside of my pops One drop, '03, here to blow up the spot [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Hell Razah] Take your hat off and you show your respect man State to state, man, straight up man Nighttime dark sh**, n***a