Hell Razah - After Birth lyrics

[Intro: Hell Razah] You know what I'm about to do to these n***as right? (Razah Rubiez) Yeah [Hell Razah] I been had a Paul Wall grill in ninety eight Y'all going bananas and grapes, but this ain't Bathin' Apes (nah) I'm like an army, and holdin' ten times my weight We don't indulge in hate only cuz there's dough to make (GET MONEY) I need a bigger safe, more guns than dinner plates Tell the Lord I'm straight with faith he can close the gates I reverse the psychology of Norman Bates (I'm going crazier) Y'all making mixtapes and damn near pushin' forty (look at these n***as) I'm on some Uncle Paulie, street version of Barry Gordy Another bad shorty caught up into having orgies (Damn) They kiss my pinky ring and sing when they come before me Keep seeing Q pushin' Bishop off that top story They want Biggie's fame, Jay's spot and Pac's glory (damn) You ain't a role model, you just a dead junkie You wanna throw on a doo-rag and Red Monkey's (ha, ha, ha) I'm breaking bread counting money from another country And if the fed's want me tell dem n***as bounty hunt me (come and get me) Cuz I ain't turnin' myself in, I drop gems Until I'm up in that top ten wit Rakim's Slick Rick, Razah Rubiez, KRS-One, Kane (I said) [Chorus: Hell Razah w/ ad-libs] Life is a gamble the way it go round You now trapped in the sound of the Rena**iance Child They surround me wit love, for the way I get down You see the real respect real, I already been crowned You just a slave wit a deal son, y'all n***as is clowns You just a slave wit a deal son, these n***as is clowns [Hell Razah] What's all the beefin y'all releasin on these dvd's? When you ain't got sh** to write about to teach these seeds You'se a Protool emcee without no plug-ins Your connects get shut off and y'all not buzzin' n***as necks get cut off if I'm not grubbin' We came from project dungeons to rappin' in London Built the fanbase up in Kuwait for mixtapes Get cake like Columbian thugs that ship weight Been great since eighty-eight jams and milk crates Fans fell for ya hooks and ya lines that's fishbait It's not hate just them k**ers that's real, you spit fake Get a deal and turn Micro-Soft like Bill Gates Gotta hire more security still to feel safe? Run in ya room whenever it show an illstate Take notes it's the Rena**iance Child And remember my style Cuz when you floss you get be-headed for crowns You might as well put on a night gown and tight lingerie The way y'all h*mo videos be looking today Tell ya stylist to put you in some hoodie's and Timbs Instead of hiding in ya Benz, you could visit ya friends (ha, ha, ha) [Chorus w/ ad-libs] [Outro: Hell Razah] Take this sh** man We ain't got much time left man There's no more games to be playing It's reality