Hostage

[talking: Razah]

Razah!

Six million ways to die choose one

You lie gotta take out your tongue

We in a slum with a slayed shotgun

You ready man? Let's do it

[Hell Razah:]

It's a stick-up stick up

Hands in the atmosphere

I don't wanna see nobody brain's get splattered here

This is for them two-faces in ties with suitcases

While one side is smile the other half they racist

Run them acres and that gold you stole

We want that grill in the Vatican - the Geronimo bones

Matter of fact gimme your wallets and your goddamn phones

I wanna tie up your dad so they all blindfold

Tell Pablo if he wanna see his 9-years old

We want the money and the kilos and the ships he use

We gotta rebuild our hood and better our schools

If he moves homey, you know do what you do

Not as the Romans do because they killed the King of the Jews

Burn their offices and hold 'em hostage in the name of the Holy Prophets

See we was born inside projects, we hi-jack the plane cockpit

'Cause you was stealing for your back pockets, now there's no profit