Hell Razah & 4th Disciple - We Can Do That Too lyrics

Feat. Trebag [Intro: Hell Razah] (Yeah, y-y-yeah, yeah) (Yeah yeah, y-y-yeah yeah) H E double L, raise 'em up, what? (Yeah) Come on, know what I'm sayin? (It's like the blind leading the blind) n***as be walkin around with blind folds on Thinkin it was all good, right? They thought, thought we wasn't gon' continue on right? But y'all n***as fell asleep [Hell Razah] + (Trebag) When you thought it was the winter time it started to chill (We keep it hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot) A lot of cats stop bein hungry after they deal Let's get money, we make it sweet (Stop stop s-stop stop s-stop stop) Ain't no comin up in Red Hook thinkin you ill They try to come back to the neighborhood (We got it locked locked l-locked locked l-locked locked) Y'all can shine for these ho's wit cha diamonds and wheel Tell y'all have a little fun right now) (Until it drop drop d-drop drop d-drop drop) [Hell Razah] I stay street like a bodega Razah be the alpha to ya omegas Y'all gettin nosy like my old neighbors Did he blow? Do he drive? Talk about me every time I pa** by Sippin my wine with the fiery eyes Armageddon movin close by I toast to the only Most High Here to stomp out egos and pride Soon to blow like when worlds collide Me and music be a groom and the bride I catch n***as when they real high Walkin out they studio time Ain't no comin out, I gotta choose tai From hearin new rhymes, pack two nines When I decide whoever that - givin bad rhymes Those with double minds better choose sides God amendment, my father house is mini-mansions Price of life, it ain't worth gamblin or chancin It ain't over 'til I bring my camp in Cut ya heads off like the braids of Samson (Yeah yeah y-yeah) [Chorus: Hell Razah] Y'all wanna blow in the first week? We can do that too Y'all wanna start your own label? We can do that too Y'all wanna drive bangin whips? We can do that too Y'all wanna open bank accounts? We can do that too Y'all wanna take up all the chicks? We can do that too Y'all wanna represent your hood? We can do that too too too [Hell Razah (Trebag)] What the f** you thought? I wasn't comin back with ghetto super n***as changed cause they got a little ad in The Source Play the game, f** the fame, put yo brains in yo beef lo mein's Scared n***as better tuck in ya chains Street cats turned industry now, just to be down And still can't be heard if they signed with Loud A lotta ho's when they in ya weed clouds, unbu*ton they blouse Waitin to be the first draft pick out the crowd It's just a circus cause y'all some fashobi clowns You know damn well you owe and that you stole that crown Your mindstate hold infinite rounds, surround sound When I let off, ya grandmoms a getty get down I kick sh** that make a lyricist lounge sniff you out like a bloodhound For comin up wit wack a** styles Remember me like ya address We're leavin you with holes in ya vest (BA BLAOW!) And droppin bombs like I'm rollin with Flex