Razah - Raised With Them Gangstaz lyrics

[Hook: Razah] I was raised with them gangstaz In the streets where nothing's promise man People only would respect you when your crazy And slay you a wild child And we rep them streets can you hear me My people gonna talk to you see man [Verse 1: Styles P] I'd go to hell if my n***as was dead Drinking liquor blowing L's like I'm living in there Matter fact y'all food, I'm the dinner wear And I can't go to heaven I'll be sinning in there Listen up I keep two guns on my hips Got a few hundred pounds moving on my strip n***as leave off the block when I'm on my sh** Got my hands in my pants and they ain't on my dick f** it n***a, keep these guns on safety for what I'm from a place where faces get cut n***as is taping you up They gonna bring you to a place in the cut It's real dirty then some 730 n***as start breaking you up I wear a mask like it's a masquerade Cause I got beef with n***as like me that will blast away Listen dog, I'm tryna last today So I can see tomorrow, I'm grabbing these hallows to mash away [Verse 2: McGruff] Kay Slay gave me a call say: "Gruff I got a spot for ya" "No doubt Slay I'm about to make it hot for ya" These ain't not thugs they puss Stop fronting like you hard before your mug get pushed Blood gon' gush f** up my cheese doodles stain my pelle pelle That 40 cal. turn his six pack belly jelly I hit a n***a how he suppose to get hit I walk up and hit him close This big sh** I tote fo' sho' gon' get him ghost Fo' sho' it's no post lord these bullets do know the outcome You know I ain't no pulling through It's a rap, rennels Let me see you talk that same sh** when them caps in you co*k-s**er, you punk muhf**ers bring the noise The bigger the crowd, the bigger the funeral yea bring your boys The sh** I talk believe I could back it Ain't nothing sweet got that heat underneath the jacket (f*ggot) [Hook: Razah] People only respect you when your crazy And slay you a wild child And we rep them streets can you hear me My peoples gonna talk to you see man [Verse 3: Jadakiss] Yo since they say life's a gamble, well f** it I got bank I'm on the subway tonguing my lawyer I'm like frankin You being a thug wrong If we was in the bullpen I have you standing up on the toilet singing love songs When you go to bust a n***a Always remember never trust a n***a And don't forget to put your gloves on n***as better hold whatever they making It's getting cold and the weather is breaking Sales is dropping. 10 p.m. cells is locking Drama hour on D-Block the jail is rocking Real life family, we ain't gang members, but we still bang n***as And we keep them things with us We both got the 7, but yours is the 45, mines is the 60 The color of rice crispy (yeah) So go head with your new born rap n***a you puss like a new born cat [Verse 4: Papoose] Yea Papoose whipping your head boy with the verbal You n***as got rats in your family like a gerbil You ever turn your back on me, I gotta merk you I hit you in your back like I was tryna burp you I go at the track different ways, I'm universal Papoose stay under the track like myrtle Violate you like your P.O. you pa** curfew n***as move slow with the shells just like a turtle I'm robbing n***as who sell weight So on the first you n***as better tuck in your weight just like a girdle But lately rappers been afraid to face me Real n***as embrace me Don't even talk about gang banging, my homies throw them B's up crazy So on the streets I keep the B with me like Jay-Z When I pull out the mag you be scared stiff You a snitch, I keep a magnum on me like my dick [Verse 5: Sheek Louch] Who could believe Sheek would have a label up his sleeves Y'all can't breathe Your boy Louch a headache pa** the aleve I reinvented myself, I change with time Threw a C.E.O. hat on, stepped up my rhyme It's time for this n***a to shine It's been the same pattern here for a minute, I'mma change the design Nothing change you still walk with me Don't get a fresh buck 50 The hammer still tuck to my dickie Still f**ing with these b**hes, the weed is sticky Still with the same n***as everyday the God is picky And even though I ain't go plat yet Sheek got the hood upside down like a hot wheel track set I spit like I been here Holla at me, you would think I was your father Minus the great chin hair Rich na, but I'll holla back when I get there b**h [Verse 6: Black Rob] Open your eyes fam this a new chapter Who the f** you think you kidding y'all know what I came after I'm not your average rapper I'm a n***a holding 4, the homie the people gon' stand in back of In battle mode cause the boys in blue Boys and your crew, motherf**ers poisoning you Now I can as far back camp can Before the crack, before New York took the first blast I was, in the one room joint clay ave Off of webster hit past coke and weschester Me and nom took our rhymes and left dexter Hit the streets up none of the loyalty never left us Took your dust up, holla at slay nig wa**up Old folks up in the hood still trust us Salmy Wilson you playing for real flip the manual Bank saw them and b I can't wait for the tenth annual