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wit ya mental, praises been due 
Thanks praise what I've been to, it's real 
Sign by the 'Ville, dude without a deal 
With God I'm survivin', it's
you
Badder than you
Radder than you, etcetera
I told you I get paid by the letter like
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXY
ZZ top, yes he rock
And me
They're walking by the night
The moon has frozen blue
Long black coats a shelter for the rain
Their load must get through
Now bats are leaving their
(Nowhere) anywhere they can go.
And trouble may come in sometime you get pulled 
Over by one time and when its 1999 the one didn't even make any stride.
(Nowhere) anywhere they can go.
And trouble may come in sometime you get pulled 
Over by one time and when its 1999 the one didn't even make any stride.
anywhere they can go.
And trouble may come in sometime you get pulled
Over by one time and when its 1999 the one didn't even make any stride.
Murder all
underground massacre terror Seize the streets Feel my heat (WHOOO!) The N9ne amira Killa Got me goin Like Donald Owens The cannabis Got me deep like the abyss
Black)
I got a problem
Money dividends gotta solve'em 
I heard you niggas they out to rob man
I can't let'em get me bro 
I can't let'em get me
No I
or
Should I say their team, now I'm gettin' steamed

Gotta find a way, to get accepted by my peers
So now I'm sippin' on beers
Buyin' new gear, nothin'
Thuggish Ruggish nigga
Nigga fin to descend into a dawn of a new millennium
Anticipatin' life without Satan
Hatin' on all my enemies to hell I send y'all
head makes a soft ass
And never spoilt, feel me? word up

[Hook]

[Hell Razah]
We spend our lives in the ghetto 
Enslaved by the plague of the devil
In
Move over Satan I'm a God blessed sinner
Try Chewing on the bread of life, that's what's for dinner
I gotta stand my ground, gotta hold the fort
Mama she used to say, don't live by your knife
Mama she used to say, gotta get out the ghetto
Mama she used to say, morning comes and goes
Mama
on a crucifix I get strong
Never will I ever let a devil deceive me again (HA!) mislead me
Cause what I'ma hit you with's gonna hurt (yeah)
Because the flesh is
head makes a soft ass
And never spoilt, feel me? word up

[Hook]

[Hell Razah]
We spend our lives in the ghetto 
Enslaved by the plague of the devil
In
Tell me a story then I'll go to bed

Oh worry worry weary ends ma day
Comes the time to go home 
Without ma raise in pay
Home by the fire where
Tell me a story then I'll go to bed

Oh worry worry weary ends ma day
Comes the time to go home 
Without ma raise in pay
Home by the fire where
Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck

[Young Buck:]
I Come From A Small
of a dying breed
And if ya real like me (like me)
Keep that thang on ya hip that's just the way that it's gotta be
Last of a dying breed, last of a dying
, they can’t get near me
Step into the circle and I’ll take you on a dream through my Elm street
It’s reality that you’re facin'
The funk will surround
had to take two extra steps
And put it on wax, cause I couldn't let it rest (why?)
'Cause I can't stand to see Satan smile
And get away with taking
might pay for this
So I just say what I want like I'm made for this
But I'm just afraid some days I might be wrong
Maybe that's why me and Mike get
in a big old house by the sea
But all I wanna be is your man, that's all that matters to me

Some men gotta have money or they can't sleep at night
on without you
Gotta find another in me
You say you want me
Then you better show me 
Come 'on and get to know me 
And then you will find that I want you
you
Knockin on heavens door, your beggin to get in
That's when the son of man greets you with the face of Satan
Now you look frightened in the belly