Food For Thought

[Intro: Hell Razah]

Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh

Rabbi Razah, B.K. R.H.P.

Yeah, GGO's, yeah

[Chorus: Hell Razah]

One-two, ya'll, ya gots to elevate

All ya wack ass niggas reppin' New York State

One-two, ya'll, ya best to elevate

All ya wack ass niggas reppin' New York State

[Hook x2: Stash]

One-two, ya'll, we got to regulate

All these wack ass rappers reppin' New York State

[Hell Razah:]

Nowadays you can't tell who's a gimmick or real

So I let my gun manage them, to give them a deal

Brought an extra clip with me just to finish the kill

Tell your label that your royalties pay for the bill

You's a write-off artist like an industry mill

Now that contract you just signed became your will

The more I spill, more burners from Israel

Killers couldn't feel what you were spitting if they swallowed a E pill, nigga

Sit still, this the barbers chair, Razah be a sharper spear

At midnight my revolvers flair, they know the young Godfather's near

I pop-pop like it's happy new year

When we meet, wanna pass weed and Heineken beers

When you see me with my polar bears hide your ears

We turn the hood into woods, start hunting the dears

Desert Eagles like Noah, we get them in pairs

One male, one female, then pick up the shells

I bet you stop spitting fire when I send you to Hell

And what's sixteen bars if it ain't in the jail?

You locked without bail in your own brain cell

No wonder why no homies ain't sending you mail, haha

[Marvelous Bless:]

Look, I've been in these streets for too long, nigga, too long

Still too strong, keep my words

If I see you in streets, it's on, to each, is on

Niggas better keep they chrome, muthafucka

Throwing dirt on my name, like I lost my touch

Got my name in they mouth, like I lost my guts

Got the game fucked up like I won't go nuts

Put two up in your face, so you won't wake up

Now what the fuck do you think this is?

Who the fuck do you think I am? Duke, your not my man

Don't come around here, try'nna shake my hand

With a smile up in your face, I'm a spit in your face

And let it be known, niggas in a danger zone

Too late, when you beefing, and these guns is shown

Too late, when you bleeding, and these guns was blown

Too late, when you dead, and I can't go home

So fuck the world, ever since I lost my bitch

Did a bid, while another nigga, fucked my bitch

Came home, found this bitch, made her suck my dick

Got head in the telly, while he called on the celly

Ya'll, niggas, ain't, ready, bottom line

Huh, fuck ya'll niggas, bottom line

A bunch of he-said this, gossip

Here-say, let me say this shit clearly

I don't like none of ya'll, so fuck all of ya'll

[Hook x2]

[Stash:]

Let me show you I do this easy, it ain't nothing to me

I ain't even reached my peak, and got a ton of hit

If I spit it off the tongue, it came off the street

Attack beats and I ain't hyper, I'm just sick with it

I can say alot until at your neck with it

Man, I'm heavy in the game and my name ring it

I heard you singing to the people, dropping names with them

You making it bad for homies in the game, winning

I see you chilling, crazy sipping, you a baller, huh?

You got 20's on them skinnies, you a crawler, huh?

I knock the winds off her like the prophet stack

And whenever you out of pocket, gotta pay for that

You gon' weasel with chick ways, getting smacked for that

And I heard you like to talk, I can handle that

Stick the handle down his mouth, til his neck snap

And I'm sicker with every rhyme, I got more of that

Stash, nigga, get it right, holla at me

[Outro: Stash]

Razah, Hell Razah, yeah yeah, Bless, Marvelous Bless

It's a Red Hook thing, my nigga Data on the board

Uh-huh, get it right, we ain't hot, we hungry, nigga

Get it right