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