The Ranjahz - Masaqua Muzik lyrics

rate me

(feat. Raekwon)

[Intro: sample (Raekwon)]

Wanna fuck with me? (Let's go, let's go, yo

Got my brother Cee Allah in here, no doubt, no doubt

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, aiyo, let's do it Lord)

[Wais]

It goe live from the jump off, I dump off shells

Drink liquor so pure, you get drunk off smells

Dog, I ain't rappin' to fail

I'm tryin to stash mil', so I can have money for bail

So when you actin' out of pocket, I blast rockets

Just coke, weight it up, cook it, cut it, chop it

Bag a ho, take her home, gut it, drop it

Give it six months, Ranjahz floodin' the market

With, thugs and thieves and, that come out in the evening

And sleep all day, it's the Brooklyn way

When we cop new cars, just to build new stashes

Fuck menopause, my guns give you hot flashes

Wais, I put a rapper corks in the hole

And tattoo my skin, cuz it's only close for the soul

Bitch nigga, get you knowin' role

Hop you dancin' ass on stage, get to knowin' a pro

I flow lithium, and rap vikadin, every verse is a classic

It don't even make no sense bitin' them

Two ten, it don't make no sense fightin' 'em

We hate you, it don't make no sense likin' them

All hoods, I'm invitin' 'em

Step in the square, I'll Tyson 'em, spit with the kid

I got a sixteen gauge, that'll shift your ribs

Put my face on your record, it becomes a street hit

[Haph Dead]

This ain't rap motherfucker, this is Masaqua Muzik

Manson, Charles & Marilyn, forget about dancin'

Niggaz can't see me, forget about glancin'

Your raps too handsome, the game is ugly

My whole life is like Vegas, I live it to gamble it

This one is for my niggaz on the block, still scramblin'

Or trapped in the box, pray to be a free man again

You know the H.A.P.H. is rippin'

Bout to blow like an airbag, when the whip lose handling

Crash dummy niggaz, I ain't worth battlin'

Spiced ham niggaz, we can never be fam again

Listen to my venom and respect how I channel it

I spit that '86, rap attack, air a staircase

Dollar bill with the straw, smack every letter

Drama crack, here a scary pity pack era

And I still don a party, if I can't get the better end

[Raekwon]

Introducing nothing but fly hands, call me Saddam

Only thing I got is bombs

Lex, let the bell ring, yo, eat well

Twelve niggaz heads and bling, if not, send 'em to jail

He got new joints, chest like bulky, similar to The Hulk

Green weed, can't believe he bumped me

Young kid, dressed flashly, peep the New York Times

Got an article on how to read rhymes

Yo, caught me in the Journal, thermal set

Feedin' 48 laws, gain power, changin' us all

Thus me, The Ranjahz, the young angels

Agust the flames, little mic piece in the Range

Top niggaz, cuz we get live, ride high niggaz

Yo, run up and body niggaz, chew 'em on stage

Yeah, criminals, have to eat food

Sit back, yo, absorb the message, grin it, cuz it's due