| Everybody on the right hand side
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| I wanna see y’all niggaz get live in the party tonight
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| All my niggaz on the left hand side, I know your high or I know you came to the club, to not die
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| All my niggaz in the center, I came to enter
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| In the, middle of your brain cell, it’s me, Hell Razah
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| Article one, hit the streets nigga
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| 4th Disciple, and we got the rifle
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| I pull in wolves like Adolf Hitler, for my two brothers
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| And two sisters, I tattoo scriptures
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| Love my seed, like I love the Lord
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| I was thirteen, when I first record, now I’m back with a heavier sword
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| It’s either rap, crack, or basketball
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| Young kings wanna gun sling, and snatch earrings
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| Eighty seven, it was microphone fiend, and crack king
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| We used to battle on the lunch room table, before labels
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| Now they pay us, so the radio play you
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| You’se a lame nigga, and you know, we know the truth
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| And we back, and we back in the booth, first recoup
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| Then recruit, now salute, we on the loose, ain’t ready to shoot
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| Blueberry in our Timberland boot, I’m livin’proof
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| Tell your A&R we burnin’his coupes
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| My lifestyle is danger, Hell Razah, let the name linger
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| Touch my throat, and I cut off ten fingers
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| The street’s I’m from, son, everybody’s steamers
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| Smokers and heavy drinkers, slingers and chain swingers
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| I’m one of those, Red Hook cats, set up a track
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| Bring your soul to another world, you’ll never come back
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| It be that government that made us like that, gave me a gat
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| I be excuses every ghetto inside, is fallen at Got the chick high off of contact, keep the windows up Whoever rollin’with me in here, throw your singles up It’s loyalty over money, bitches, and keys
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| Backstab me, snatch his arms out the both of his sleeves
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| Chain and command, explained from a brain of a man
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| We go to war, like the Arabs’ll do, from Pakistan
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| Matter fact, like the Sun of Man would, from Bethlehem
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| Drop a jewel that the children out in school, can understand
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| All my brothers on the right hand side
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| I wanna make sure y’all leave out this party alive
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| And all my ladies on the left hand side, that got a drop and
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| Hold it down, cause we don’t got nine lives
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| All my people in the center, I came to enter
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| In the middle of your brain cell, it’s me, Hell Razah
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| Article one, hit the streets nigga
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| 4th Disciple, and we got them rifles |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oh Baby!, artist - Hell Razah. Album song Sunz of Man Presents: Freedom of Speech, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп