Born And Raised

Hell Razah

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    [Intro: Razah (Sample)]
    ("I was born and raised in the ghetto")
    Heaven Razah
    ("I was born and raised in the ghetto")
    Razah Rubiez
    ("I was born and raised in the ghetto")
    This goes out to all the ghetto's worldwide
    We gotta be our own government, know'I'm'sayin?
    G.G.O. Officialz

    [Hell Razah:]
    Ayo it's combat, gimme ya drums and hard hats
    If it's an office or court room burn my contract
    Tell these Indies and these Majors I want my songs back
    Make your moms buy iPod and download that
    (Downloaded) I'm on that 70-30 tilting my derby
    These gangstaz be dressed like chicks, they all purty
    They smirk like it's trustworthy, ready to murk me
    I'm poison for the bloodthirsty, begging for mercy
    I'm blowing on that sour-diesel, mixed with Hershey
    It hurt me, inert me, rest in peace to Derby
    I spit it Heavenly transformed the melodies
    Being black is like I'm already born with felonies
    A hundred bars like a centipede, pray for enemies
    I got genes in me from the unseen and dead poets, claustrophobic
    The one track minds that ain't focused on the culprit

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    [Sample:]
    "How do you raise your kids in the ghetto? "
    "How do you raise your kids in the ghetto? "
    "How do you raise your kids in the ghetto? "
    "How do you raise your kids in the ghetto? "

    [Hell Razah:]
    I've been sick since '86, low fades and toothpicks
    Duce flicks with rope chains, we shoot shit
    Desert Eagles and blue Evisu's get in your skin like drug needles
    Yeah I spit it lethal, like gleam off the bright lean
    It's mayday when I AK your right wing
    Hoes swallowing my cum like ice cream
    I'm in the white Beam 745 with 745's
    I look at shawty's eyes and see befo we die
    Call me Billy Butcher, when I'm throwing knives
    King Solomon son with 700 wives, 700 .9's
    My man Ra got the third floor boiling raw
    Slipped the crack money under the door

    [Outro: Razah]
    Hurry up, hurry up
    Yo who da fuck is that knocking at the door son?
    Ayo hurry up, hurry up
    Word up, niggas money betta not lost
    Yo you spilling shit, you spilling shit son
    Brooklyn
    When you look at the projects you see the pain of the people
    That has a lot of power of what goes on in the ghetto
    Therefore we gon' form a government, know'what'I'mean?
    Renaissance Child, Razah Rubiez, Heaven Razah
    Ain't no more Hell Razah, look at my bones, study me

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