Hell Razah - Contractions lyrics

[Hook: Hell Razah] Money make the world go round, and round in circles, now My love is virtue, my guns'll all wanna hurt you, now People make the world go round, and round in circles, no My love is virtue, my guns'll all wanna hurt you, now [Hell Razah] Any song that I sing you, is only for the real to relate to My unemployed Section 8 crew, I know it's painful Mommy gotta do what she do, because the rents due My sister's gave birth to my first niece and nephews Cash Rules the ghetto, goodbye for hellos Project six levels, of black rebels '88 crack settle, on blood vessel, sh** From dropouts, that was the only rescue We got rich off the streets, son was buried beneath Cuz the block had stocks and bonds like Wallstreet Kilos were sold to the highest bidder, now we got suppliers with us Bringing more dough, so we can higher k**ers The only superhero was the coke dealer You know the diamonds in the watch and the sunroof top Batcave was the crackspot, got raided alot Cop stories had shorties, too afraid to be locked [Chorus: Hell Razah] It's time to bring that hood love, back together We caught it bad from the crack era, had to bury a few Fill the graves with the evil that men do Or behind jail bars in a federal pen suit No V.I.'s or letters, no calls can get through Feel the pain of the heart of the youth You wanna go and conquer the truth Feeling like Bishop in Juice, I'm feeling like Marvin Gaye in his booth [Hell Razah] My grandma 77, told me Hell we heading So she had conversations with Heaven Granddaddy still love his caddy and how the young girls keep him happy Even though he married, he nasty But he fight to keep his family tight, make sure they morgage is paid There's food, clothes, phones and lights Up north he got a daughter that's alone at night She fell in love with modern day New York City life 41, working two jobs, for money to come Got a daughter, 16, and a son, 21 Try to school 'em how the streets love to swallow the young Tried to keep him out of beef, but he follow the gun He got two felonies, and a baby that's one Ain't nobody gun shots, ain't making him run On the low, his man hitting his sister, meanwhile She got a cat that's on Riker's Island, sending him pictures Tattoes on her back, and she hang with strippers Get paid, young age, on the stage with liquor Got a crush for them Escalades, relay with k**as That's why grandma hoping that the lord forgive us [Hook]