Hell Razah - W-2 lyrics

[Hell Razah] We in the whip like a spaceship We love AK clips and give E's to them Playboy chicks You can't blow when you hate on men Sit back, wait on men who carp tongue, snaking their friend In the hood it's against all odds, who got sixteen bars? Fast money for them luxury cars I was formed in the image of God, I ain't material Still stay strapped with the scratched off serial Though, I'm Sinatra with a 'Pocketful of Miracles' Yeah I got ears but I'm still not hearing you I'm back with the hood on smash I rock an old gold Maccabee badge And the dead president ma** When I spit my n***a, it's teargas Go tell your record label, kiss my a** I'm a BK soldier, ratchet out the holster Live with the poor, sell weed, crack and coke up Never mix Hennessey with no soda Shorty want to two-way page the Motorola I show you how to get them mature and much older Independent women and sh** just like Oprah You floss with a Cristalle bottle, I sip Coronas And still got a fish out model that wanna bone us This style be a tax right off, I be the owners, six games wanna clone us I got AKs and Testarossa's 'til this war up in both coast's This is hip-hop hypnoses, so everybody get a bit focused I send this out to my strip pokers Gun tokers and them blunt smokers…aiyo pa** my weed back I'm a brand new gun in the box Got hoes online like Macintosh PowerBook laptop Got one million in the suitcase, tax free Help me lose weight in fifty two states 'Banksta', black millionaire, America's nightmare The ghetto got the government and White House scared 'Cause we got our own power now besides careers I say, "Cheers for my people upstairs" Tell God, "Leave me a chair", everyday evil is near My eagle is there, the reason only God I fear GGO, certified ____