Hell Razah & 4th Disciple - R.A.Z.A.H. lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, bounce to this Yeah, bounce, uh Shake ya titties, mom, yeah Come on, one love, for the shorties Outta Browns, son, n***a right now Chicks, go get me a drink Eyein' a n***a right now Let's go over there, who pop on that side? [Hook 2X] Razah, Zah, Zah, Zah Ra, Zah, Zah [Hell Razah] She like rocks like The Flintstones Hit chicks in all skin tones Young chicks can't wait to get bonned I'm like the floor you get slip on I love my dunns when they clips long Max Julian, son, that ain't gangsta We smack n***as outta anger, sh** Get locked up, turn spoons into bangers What, hit the chick, got her givin' me money Rubbin' in my cuffshots, all over her tummy She like Iceberg, the champagne We outta raise a Razah campaign She don't get a damn thing Not a cow, who here, dollars bill and sh** Still lay up in the lab eatin' mills and sh** Got these industry n***as talkin' deals and chips A&R's losin' jobs when they hear my sh** I roll my weed up and whips don't spill the sh** The same way we came in ships, we leave in ships My n***as got g's to get, and squeeze the clips Ain't no hustlin' for petty crumbs, weed and kicks [Chorus] Yeah, who that n***a they ain't f**in' wit Spit wisdom deep sh**, rock fly sh** Only f** wit real n***as on the field, n***a Hell Razah, Child of Israel, n***as can't f** with him They better duck from him, don't f** with him [Hell Razah] I'm Max Julien, the millionaire mind inside a hooligan The wise one out the foolish men And trust go the god, when you really find out whose ya friends I stay droppin' j**els and gems, and coops and timbs A marksmen sharpshooter when I use the pen Sittin' on twenty inch rims, cadillac in New York if you like it or not, it's what's crackin' Shorties on the Greyhound bus, is what's crackin' Hoes only made for those who stay mackin' Clubs only made for those who stay stackin' Got everything from Phat Farm to Brickface jackets My forty-four eleven take you ace step stackin' Never come to BK, chained and ring flashin' n***as will take ya sh** is what's crackin' High off the hydro-weed and thug pa**ion Chicks swallow ecstasy but love action When Razah get signed, that's it, it's closed caskets Ya little ba*tards [Hook to end] [Outro] Take that, muthaf**in', fake a** Soundin' like other n***as a** n***as Muthaf**as ain't even got their own look Muthaf**as trynna act like they gangstas Ya n***as better do the knowledge man f**in' lost muthaf**as Yeah, get the knowledge, get the knowledge The project prophet, show ya n***as the other sh** Take the muthaf**in doo-rags off Ya ain't thugs, you get locked up Ya n***as be tellin' on them, who do ya love And them shorties ya got, ya bout to get that up G.G.O's is in this b**h, G.G.O.'s is in this b**h They leavin' wit us, and don't hate, what