S.U.C - Hell Razor lyrics

(*DJ Screw*) Year 2G DJ Screw, Corleon what's the motherf**ing deal (sh** trying to figure out, what we gon hit these hoes with For this last song baby), n***a f** it I got some'ing Let's go on pull that ol' hell raiser sh**, know I'm saying (no sh**, some of that you forgot my gunshot screw you) [Hook - 4x] Hell raisers on the rise, paper making guys Who stop at nothing think we bluffing, look into our eyes [Lil' Keke] See it really ain't a thang to me, always grind for the currency What fifteen on the scene with green, had to get away from that J-O-B Born and raised to have nothing to gain, year after year but ain't a damn thang changed Look in the mirror 'fore you judge a man, and I swear to God you gon respect this game Get sh** together 'fore you ride, too many real n***as already died From East to West who's the best, North to South gon claim they side huh Everything's everything fa sho, bring your hat to ya when you hit the do' At the age 24 I'm a CEO, no time to play I gotta run the show Hell raiser on the rise with no disguise, so iced out I gotta stay in your eyes Take the rap game with a big surprise, Commission rich n***a we been the wise guy Everybody wanna just roll with us, jump in the drop try to stroll with us Get on the block and try to hold with us, but it takes more than that to be cold as us what [Lil' O] Well they call me Lil' O better known as hell raiser, 36 cooker and a state trail blazer FED's on my a** but I never fail playa, breeze still get delivered like mail papers Crawl slow down the average snail playas, sitting on 20's sitting on haters 2000 Benz like grey exterior, leather and wood all in my interior Yelling out the window you n***as in inferior, go ahead and try to run up I'll bury ya And I ain't just bumping and trying to put fear in ya, I got some'ing in this car that'll bury ya See the Fat Rat don't play around, got k**ers on my team that'll lay you down Hit your block lock in a drop top with the Glock co*ked, busting out the roof and come spraying you clowns You shoulda been talking what you saying now, you didn't wanna mind you are paying now You were sure acting funny bunny with a n***a money, now you funny bunny b**h a** paying now Yeah they hating now they wanna take my nuts, everytime I pull up I take they s*uts But they ain't taking sh** but a bullet to the gut, cause O ain't scared to pull the trigger n***a what [Clay-Doe] Hell raisers on the rise, n***as just like flies To strategize categorize, motherf**ers then they die They just a bigger pie for my G's to ball, these my dogs so f** all y'all I take a steak knife hit your wind pipe, keep dripping till the tip of the blade gets stuck on the wall Cheap ruger rip high on the raw, triggers coming out without a flaw Hit the club scene with the mug mean hit the stage, raising hell loco going to war But that's for the FED's I'm looking for the ends, five bedrooms with the two-thee Benz co*ked ready for the n***as wanna do me in, f** me one time bet you won't do it again [Mike D] We got Glocks to break down, funds from shake downs Motherf**ers gon feel the wrath of me, and Po-Yo come for the take down Move out the way clown I'm starving like Marvin, Harvin and Marvin stepping on toes Crystal flake cakes by the boat loads, all I cop from the 'lumbos Swell in the gate state's a no go, figga fo' flows like my n***a Po-Yo Keep blood money like my n***a Lil' O, Don Keke banging Clay-Doe Hell raiser Hogg was bout the pesos, send fifty henchman through your front do' Surrounded by k**ers possessed with dojo, boys don't move till I say so Shoulda never f**ed with phsyco Michael, I'm the type of hogg that'll play it how it go Step out on your block with the Glock 4-0, watch a n***a get like his name flow Joe [Big Pokey] Slow your roll cause I done hit the do', hot to the Scott cause I hit the dro Cuff your b**h cause I'll hit the ho, take her place she don't get the do' Y'all know Yo I'mma keep it realer, make the 6-4 crawl like a caterpillar Quick to blast a n***a n***a me and Lil' Ke, Miggity D and O pack a milli Make motherf**ers fold like a armadilla, if I swarm a n***a then I'mma harm a n***a Nine times out of ten I'mma warm a n***a, or I pull a Saddam and then I bomb a n***a [Mr. 3-2] Hell raisers on the rise, paper making guys Look into my eyes, you see a k**er in disguise I'm sitting wide body, gone off k**uminatti Raising hell for my mail, and doing these n***as is my hobby No smoke Bobby Brown, only doja and flight Mr. 3-2, Southside Playa for life Get it right or get gone, 'fore I do some'ing to ya With the 4-5 ruger, burning boys like buddha [C-Note] The Southside Playaz and Botany Big Shots, Screwed Up Click we got the big knots Boys looking sick we got them big rocks, 3rd Coast Born all up on my yacht I'm feeling kinda good when I grip the wood, do it like I should represent my hood Gotta hold it down like you knew we would, nailing up placks like I knew we could It's going down when I'm on sight, I grip this AK like I grip the mic I keep my rhyme tight pulling out the Ike, swinging elbows all through the night Got cell phones sky pagers, grip codes and we living major From H-Town all to the Cader, we blowing up like hell raisers [Hook - 4x] [Big Moe] Southside, Southside Gotta feel it, Screwed Up Click yeah (*DJ Screw*) Know I'm saying, boys gon feel this Screwed Up Click, know I'm saying Hell raisers on the rise n***a Stage wreckers, mic breakers FED shakers, f** with us