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Hell Razah

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    [Intro: Hell Razah]
    Yeah, G's up nigga, hoes down nigga
    Uh, yeah, g's up nigga, hoes down nigga
    You know how it is, she is connin' you
    Yeah, yeah, New York, California, wherever
    What the fuck is ya, H.B.D.?

    [Chorus: Hell Razah & 7th Ambassador]
    Chickens come, and chickens go
    We beat that pussy everytime we on the roll
    Ya need to stop, ho, protecting these hoes
    Just he I'm troopin, then, let the pussy go
    Cuz a ho could never ever be a housewife
    So don't try to do so
    You are better off livin' ya life
    On gettin' that dough

    [Hell Razah]
    She was ya main chick, the one you walked in the rain with
    The one you cooked up and chopped up ya cocaine with
    You depended on stickin' my dick up in the thong
    Could of been ya baby mom, if she didn't do wrong
    Started listenin' to snakes in the garden
    I beg ya pardon, had titties that'll triple the size of Dolly Parton
    Had the thuggish nigga broke and hardege, droolin' and starvin'
    Suckin' my dick while ya niggas was kissin' and slobbin'
    Batman and Robin, put her in a threesome, manage-a-trois
    She fuck niggas just to drive their car
    Bettin' that, smellin' like strawberries, the more the merry
    Even brought her best friend so I can bust her cherry
    They both came, baby oiled and ready
    Ass split like a machete, I had them tossed up in my telly
    She knew Dreddy and the rest of the Sunz
    Three o'clock, swallowed my cum, my frankfurter laid in her buns
    Industry chicks, who bone niggas only with whips
    Gettin' open off the karats that was lit on ya wrist
    Straight groupie, who love givin' rappers the coochie
    Wanna be in video scenes strippin' for more C.R.E.A.M.

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    She addicted to the dick morphine, at eighteen
    This is for all the bitches and hoes who ain't queens

    [Hook x2: Hell Razah]
    Hit the road, bitch
    And gimme back all my dough, my dough, my dough
    Hit the road, bitch
    And gimme back all my dough

    [Hell Razah]
    I thought I told you, never trust a chick that hold you
    It be the money that you get that make them wanna bone you
    When you hit it good, they wanna own you
    Get ya address, ya age and ya phone mobile
    And don't know you, lookin' fuckable, but gullable
    Butt naked, and loveable
    Same chick I hit, son, I seen huggin' you
    Never trust no, chickens or hoes
    Trynna find out my beeper code so they can put me in the sleeper hold
    Gotta stay on my tippiest toes, a sweet rose'll
    Put ya in ya grave clothes, if you outta ya zone
    She be the same one that get ya dick up on the bones
    Sticks and stones keep ya waitin' for ya chick to come home
    +Where My Girls At?+ like 702
    You spend ya money on daily, but still givin' head to my crew

    [Chorus]

    [Outro: Hell Razah]
    Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
    My nigga Goldie, what what, Hell Razah
    Yeah, yeah, G's up nigga, hoes down nigga
    7th Ambassador, yeah, Baghdad, what
    Ah, yeah, that's how it go down
    Ghetto Government, ah

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