Hell Razah R.A.Z.A.H. Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, bounce to this
Yeah, bounce, uh
Shake ya t__ties, mom, yeah
Come on, one love, for the shorties
Outta Browns, son, n____ right now
Chicks, go get me a drink
Eyein' a n____ 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____s outta anger, s___
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 d___ thing
Not a cow, who here, dollars bill and s___
Still lay up in the lab eatin' mills and s___
Got these industry n____s talkin' deals and chips
A&R's losin' jobs when they hear my s___
I roll my weed up and whips don't spill the s___
The same way we came in ships, we leave in ships
My n____s got g's to get, and squeeze the clips
Ain't no hustlin' for petty crumbs, weed and kicks

[Chorus]
Yeah, who that n____ they ain't f___in' wit
Spit wisdom deep s___, rock fly s___
Only f___ wit real n____s on the field, n____
Hell Razah, Child of Israel, n____s can't f___ with him
They better duck from him, don't f___ with him

[Hell Razah]
I'm Max Julian, 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' jewels 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____s will take ya s___ is what's crackin'
High off the hydro-weed and thug passion
Chicks swallow ecstasy but love action
When Razah get signed, that's it, it's closed caskets
Ya little b______s

[Hook to end]

[Outro]
Take that, m____fuckin', fake a__
Soundin' like other n____s a__ n____s
m____fuckas ain't even got their own look
m____fuckas trynna act like they gangstas
Ya n____s better do the knowledge man
f___in' lost m____fuckas
Yeah, get the knowledge, get the knowledge
The project prophet, show ya n____s the other s___
Take the m____fuckin doo-rags off
Ya ain't thugs, you get locked up
Ya n____s 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____, G.G.O.'s is in this b____
They leavin' wit us, and don't hate, what