[Intro: ~Hell Razah~ (Killah Priest)]
(Yeah) Yo Priest? (What up, son?)*
Yo, three days ago, son, they just locked up homey, son (word?)
He try'nna get out, made bail and shit (ah man)
So we gotta grind, get all our niggas out of there (yeah, tell them)
Niggas getting three months for weed clips, Bloomberg is bugging the fuck out
Knowhatimsaying, yo the Maccabee rebels, throw your M's up
Ride out, time to step out the hide out, in the project
Yeah, all my DJ's for banging this shit right there
Ya'll gon' get mad hood love and respect, homey, word up, yeah
[Hell Razah]
I'm in the hood, where it's cracks and guns, that's where I stack my funds
Blowing that 'dro, that'll collapse your lungs
He ain't blowing til his casket come, til his fam in the black
By the alter, and the pastors done
I'm where the dogs love to kill, for they master's crumb
She only 22, son, and got two baby daddy's
Fucking with them Arab niggas, driving cabbies
Writing Dear Abby, while the young is so nasty
They holla at me, from Red Hook back to Cali
In white t-shirts, Chuck Taylor's and blue khaki's
Get money like we IRS, we came to tax/collect
We want ya'll credit cards, cash or checks
Fix your eyebrow, watch it, it's Maccabee style
Hell Raze', 718, press redial
BK, be the borough with the best freestyle
And we them live ass niggas, you ain't see in a while
(Yeah) Yo Priest? (What up, son?)*
Yo, three days ago, son, they just locked up homey, son (word?)
He try'nna get out, made bail and shit (ah man)
So we gotta grind, get all our niggas out of there (yeah, tell them)
Niggas getting three months for weed clips, Bloomberg is bugging the fuck out
Knowhatimsaying, yo the Maccabee rebels, throw your M's up
Ride out, time to step out the hide out, in the project
Yeah, all my DJ's for banging this shit right there
Ya'll gon' get mad hood love and respect, homey, word up, yeah
[Hell Razah]
I'm in the hood, where it's cracks and guns, that's where I stack my funds
Blowing that 'dro, that'll collapse your lungs
He ain't blowing til his casket come, til his fam in the black
By the alter, and the pastors done
I'm where the dogs love to kill, for they master's crumb
She only 22, son, and got two baby daddy's
Fucking with them Arab niggas, driving cabbies
Writing Dear Abby, while the young is so nasty
They holla at me, from Red Hook back to Cali
In white t-shirts, Chuck Taylor's and blue khaki's
Get money like we IRS, we came to tax/collect
We want ya'll credit cards, cash or checks
Fix your eyebrow, watch it, it's Maccabee style
Hell Raze', 718, press redial
BK, be the borough with the best freestyle
And we them live ass niggas, you ain't see in a while
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