| Uh, uh-huh, one-two and, 4th Disciple, yea
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| Razah Rubies, and, this how we do it, yea, one-two
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| One-two and, G.G.O., yeah
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| It goes, hoes love you for that money you make
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| Show me some house-pitality, when we come in you state
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| Ghetto Government, we strugglin', for food on our plate
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| We all hustlin', the doublin', the little we make
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| I get weed high, I get Hennessey drunk
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| I clothesline you rap niggaz like an elephant trunk
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| My wisdom’s bleedin’every month, seven days untouched
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| We got stuck by the same ones who claim to be us
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| We can’t die, multiply, the most high, we trust
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| 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
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| Battle me, all I’m gonna do is go up in fee’s
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| How the baddest hoe you know, go below on her knees
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| My family, Maccabeez, here to gather the seeds
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| Took my Queen out the Kingdom, and put her in jeans
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| New York, New York, big city of schemes
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| Me and her, love to ball, like a basketball team
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| Remind me of the nine, with the infered beam
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| Too much pussy screams, diamond ring fllings
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| To get a king set up, and wet up for CREAM
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| Young cubs in the jungle, with a bundle of drugs
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| Caught 'em slippin’in the hotel, brains in the tub
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| Room service came with more than just, some towels and grub
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| Don’t you never mix your business up, with fallin’in love
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| Money break hearts, that’s why the poor be holdin’a grudge
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| Until we rise, we gonna stay in front of the judge
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| 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
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| Got us on some 'fuck the President’shit
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| Ghetto Government, fake niggaz can’t run with it Ain’t not rich without the poor, son, it’s one strugglin'
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| What you wanna hear? |
| Flossin’and shootin'?
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| Prostitution, and drug abusing, buying and stealing with car re-using
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| Who’s producin’it? |
| Studio spot, we did the music in What guns I got, how many shots, do my clip hold
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| The Sunz of Man go gold or not, and do we owe alot
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| Sip Mo’alot, follow in and callin’the shots
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| 26 years ago, I was inside of my pops
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| One drop, '03, here to blow up the spot
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| Take your hat off and you show your respect man
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| State to state, man, straight up man
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| Nighttime dark shit, nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song House-Pitality , by - Hell Razah. Song from the album Sunz of Man Presents: Freedom of Speech, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп