Intro / Hood For Life

[Movie Sample]:

Hey can I play ya boys a tune?

Go on old man, beat it

Come on, play one free...

[gun shots]

You son of a bitch

Get him out of here, get him out of here!

Let go of me

You white nigga

[another gun shot]

[Newscast]:

...they make you unpopular at sleepovers but...

...researchers at a clinic in Franklin, Germany found...

[Hell Razah]:

Straight ghetto nigga, 718 to the 303 bitches

It's all about drug shipments, welfare recepients wait for Clinton

Meanwhile we got no food in the kitchen

Grandmother's turn Christian

Try to warn you but you ain't listen

Now it's phone calls from prison

Daddy little girl is missin', 13 when she started kissin'

She came in late, pops was flippin'

Mama's boy, sold his cracks to be employed

A lonely sin, we caught in this trap, to be destroyed

Lookin' out a cab window, the same babies in the carriage

Now sell endo, carry ya info, ya sore losers

They can't win so they spray rumors

Corrupt cops either lock or shoot us

We love the hood where the ghetto respect, Nat Turner

The burner be my mind first amendment

Said it cuz I meant it, don't care about those who get offended

I rock like Jimi Hendrix, me and my kin drip

Street corner experts, in jeans and a sweatshirt

Teammates kick dirt for cream and the network

We back and get stab for that cash money bag

You ain't a thug cuz a chain, gun and doo rag

New car, new lab, powerful weed just two drags

Puffin' on the regular, be careful who you follow yo

Someone to push a Bentley, but they ain't ready though

Someone to be an MC, and on the radio

Some sell +Yae Yo+, it's tricks in they ghett-i-o

Bitch where my cash go, you just like the last ho

Guiliani fuckin up the crack flow, we let gats blow

Switch the colors on the capsules, turn projects to castles

You ever heard of the Black Jews, you see us on the 6 o'clock news

[Chorus x2: Hell Razah]

It's all real in the hood I'm in [x3]

Niggas live here, niggas die here

[Hell Razah]

I was raised inside hell, last heard, +Supreme Clientele+

Find me in the jungle where the lions dwell

Bust my gun til my palm got a iron smell

You'se a dick head to think that I ain't sell

The streets is death row, you Al Gore die in jail

I got a flow like Myriam's Well

My dean mayor blood sells, relate to the Tribe of Israel

From a twelve inch I can ring bells

No gimmicks, take a rap superstar behind limits

Make you talk about the new God who sound different

Niggas hate it when Sharon spit

I put the aim on the target, walk up, make sure I hit it

All I need is 4 minutes, to fuck bitches

And to scream on critics, ya can't fuck wit it

I leave ya writers blocked up, don't stuck wit it

So sick of goin' in, it's all business

Niggas like to buy shit before Christmas

2002 I'm sellin 4 disses

I give life to the death wisses, breath of life to the death kisses

I'm one shot, no misses