Hell Razah - Labor Pains lyrics

rate me

Make that money, shake that honey

Throw a drink on the chick if she acts too funny

Better sit on your lap like a crash test dummy

Niggas that wanna hate better get away from me

Make that money, shake that honey

Throw a drink on the chick if she acts too funny

Let us sit in the car like a crash test dummy

Niggas that wanna hate better get away from me

Kick a verse in the booth you could take to a jeweler

Feeling like Scarface on his escape from Cuba

Grey Goose in my cooler, I'm born a ruler

Got man disciplined similar to Buddha

You get J. Edgar Hoovered, you fuck, I'll loot up

I'm Disturbing tha Peace and I ain't with Luda

This ain't no rumor and y'all killas with blanks and rugers

I developed your brain and it became a tumor

More deadly than a dope, in the arms of shooters

If you're looking for a get high I'm what you need

Alicia Keys write deeper than these wack emcees

So wash and blow hair with ease, like I came with a breeze

I raise Hell to a thousand degrees

Ring bells of Public Housings, my projects is shooting at D's

It's Maccabeez in them SUV's

Especially to clear a pathway if you ain't gon' squeeze

We gotta make that money, shake that honey

Throw a drink on the chick if she act too funny

Better sit on your lap like a crash test dummy

Y'all got fat while I starved, so I came back hungry

Make that money, shake that honey

Throw a drink on the chick if she act too funny

Let us sit in the car like a crash test dummy

Y'all got fat while I starved, so I came back hungry

Yeah, Renaissance Child, Razah Rubies, Rabbi

Y'all niggas know what it is

I'm the rebirth of Black Caesar, strapped with heaters

We used to back reefer and crack the mind readers

Now most of the god-bodies turned to gang leaders

Came from Olde English to Grey Goose lead us

From A-train stick-ups, late nights on Easter

Now it's Passport's and Bank Cards and Visa's

Worldwide business moves, I ain't tryna move

Gimme a month and you'll be shining my shoes

I invest in building up schools

Give the children the jewels

So they can talk like the King of the Jews

Now it's ProTools, Bluetooth, digital cash

Government giving citizens a prisoner's pass

Crack a forty, welcome back y'all it's Brooklyn homey

You know what it is, so kindly come off that rodeo

(Take it off) Any beef is a wrap like Jamaican rollie

I've missed them real live niggas like Todd and Herbie

Rest in Peace

All my live-live real niggas out there from Brooklyn

You know what I'm saying?

All the way from Chicago to mothafucking L.A.